'Puchi.'
Finally, someone couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.
Huang Longgang's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.
"I will kill you!"
He pulled out a finely crafted golden dagger from his bosom, ready to charge at Lou Yi.
"Young Master Huang, private fights are forbidden in the martial grounds." Jia Hong's voice rang out, like the warmth of spring, reminding him.
"Huang Longgang, have you forgotten the rules of the Extreme Fist Sect? Disciples may not harm one another.
Or do you wish to be expelled from the sect? Or think you have special privileges because you're from the Huang family?" Zhan Weida flirtatiously twirled a white folding fan in front of his chest, speaking with yin and yang.
On the other side, Lou Yi turned and walked away, showing Huang Longgang his back, seemingly unconcerned about a sneak attack.
Huang Longgang's face constantly changed, but he eventually swallowed his anger.
