Chen Ziming exuded the superiority of an aristocratic young master. Even though Li Feng had become a disciple of Nine Layers Mountain, the opponent didn't even count as a humble household in his eyes. From the root, Chen Ziming never took Li Feng seriously.
Even if this person had once caused him to lose face.
Li Feng sneered, looking at Chen Ziming opposite him: "Pfft, just you?"
"And these useless guys by your side?"
Li Feng's eyes showed a look of disdain.
This undoubtedly angered Chen Ziming, and even the disciples of the Dragon Tiger Sect surrounding Li Feng felt displeased.
"Who are you calling useless? You're just a guy with dumb luck. Last time, you got away; this time, let's see where you can run to."
"Young Master Chen, leave this guy to us."
A Dragon Tiger Sect Incense Master stepped out of the crowd, with a big mole on his face, and a tuft of hair on the mole, giving him a somewhat sleazy appearance.
