Gang Dao's laughter stopped, and his expression twisted.
"Very good, you sharp-tongued little brat. You know I'm with the cult and you still dare to be so arrogant. I swear, I'll give you some special treatment. Heh heh heh."
Yu Fei put on an impatient expression. "So much bullshit. Are we going to fight or not? Are all you cultists trash like this? No wonder you get slaughtered like dogs."
"Son of a..."
Gang Dao was livid. Usually, when he caught "cuties" who were new to the martial path, they would all panic. Some would run, some would beg for mercy, and some would foolishly try to fight back. But he'd never seen one so arrogant and despicable. He wanted to rip the kid's mouth apart and knock his teeth out one by one.
"BOOM!"
Gang Dao stomped, and the Qi Blood throughout his body surged. The distinct aura of a Third Realm Martial Artist pressed down on his opponent.
