Seeing the disciple of the East Spirit Immortal Pond, unexpectedly exchanging glances and secret signals with his long-admired senior sister, Lio Donglin's face instantly turned gloomy.
"Hmph!"
Lio Donglin stepped out directly from the Yunluo Sacred Land's camp, sneering, "The East Spirit Immortal Pond truly lives up to being the top of the Three Great Sacred Lands, always numerous and powerful. It's a pity, though, that the Sunset Chosen One does not win by numbers!"
"Junior Brother Lio, do not speak recklessly."
Wang Qian glanced back at Lio Donglin, his words were too provocatively tinged.
"Hmph, isn't it so?"
Lio Donglin, youthful and reckless, also blinded by jealousy, coldly laughed, "Even the Human Emperor has his limit, the East Spirit Immortal Pond doesn't need to find such weaklings to make up the numbers, do they?"
While speaking, Lio Donglin's gaze coldly shot toward Ling Feng, his disdain undisguised.
Ling Feng felt confused, who did he provoke this time?
