"You little brat, you dare cripple my hand! Today, you won't leave the guild alive!"
Yang Hai endured the pain of his shattered arm and furiously shouted at Feng Wuchen, his voice so loud the entire guild could hear, frightening everyone in the hall.
Offending Yang Hai would surely lead to a dire outcome.
Feng Wuchen had ruined Yang Hai's hand, the same hand that had slapped the maid, avenging her grievances.
But this was far from over, Feng Wuchen would not spare Yang Hai so easily.
"You... What are you going to do? This is the guild! The chairman and elders will be here soon. If you dare harm me, they won't let you off!" Yang Hai shouted angrily, feeling guilty as he saw Feng Wuchen advancing step by step.
Without using any power, merely one punch had crippled the hand of a Three-Star Divine Sovereign; anyone could see that Feng Wuchen's strength was extraordinary.
"Is that so?" Feng Wuchen said coldly, then kicked forward.
"Bang!"
"Pft!"
