The short-haired middle-aged man's hands trembled as he touched his bulging stomach, feeling nothing but endless humiliation. He had spent his entire life bullying others; when had he ever been force-fed a bellyful of foul, stinking swamp mud? The immense humiliation made his face flush crimson, like a boiled shrimp!
"Ah!" Overcome by a rush of blood to his head, the short-haired middle-aged man cried out and fainted.
"What tyrannical methods!" Lingruo Sea's voice drifted from afar. With every word that carried over, he drew closer to Zhaang Ye. Shortly after he finished speaking, the man had already crossed a few miles to appear before him.
As it turned out, Lingruo Sea had been greatly shocked to see Zhaang Ye effortlessly defeat two Martial Arts Seventh Layer experts in quick succession, prompting him to rush over at once.
Lingruo Sea stared at Zhaang Ye and gave a sinister smile. "Brat, do you have any idea who we are?"
