"Hahaha... Kid, were you weaned at five? Haven't you drunk your mom's milk for six years? I don't believe it; I clearly smell the milk odor coming from you, it's so strong..." Tuo Ri laughed wildly.
"I have milk odor coming from me? How come I don't know?"
Yang Xiong scratched his messy hair and said with a puzzled look.
"Oh crap... he really is a fool."
All the cultivators laughed mockingly again.
The Chinese cultivators were furious and also shouted crazily.
"Yang Xiong, he's mocking you, don't bother with him, beat him to death..."
"Yang Xiong, show him your strength?"
"Yang Xiong, crush him hard, you're invincible."
"..."
Yang Xiong finally understood, a strong anger showing on his face, and angrily shouted, "Bastard, you dare mock me, Yang Xiong? I'm gonna blow you up."
"Milk-drinking kid, just admit defeat. Otherwise, if I hit you hard and your mom comes to trouble me, then I'll be really scared." Ba Heng laughed mockingly.
"Bastard, you're going down!"
