Rofsky's face turned blood red, as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his face.
Clearly, he couldn't withstand such a fierce slap in the face.
What made him even more furious was.
The three idiots also started to spit venom.
"Old man, I thought you were strong, but you're just putting shine on horse manure."
"Not even as good as a fancy pillow, disgraceful. And you even want to learn from others and steal treasures?"
"What's the use of pretending to be a master, you just have itchy skin. Our senior brother could crush you with a finger."
The four beauties listened, their mouths agape, wondering how these three guys were so bold.
Don't they know that the old man in front of them is Rofsky, Han Qi's master, one of the Snow Mountain Sect's super experts?
Even Ming Yi dared not come over.
"You are courting death." Rofsky shouted furiously, "Spatial Imprisonment..."
As soon as his words fell, the space underwent a miraculous change, solidifying like a rock.
