"Understood!" The middle-aged man, Zhang Sheng, nodded and looked down at Ye Xiu with disdain. "Kid, since you know Kung Fu, you should have some understanding of the Ancient Martial Circle. I won't keep it from you—I am a Great Grandmaster. Against me, you stand no chance. You should just cut off your own hand and smash your own mouth. If I have to make a move, you're going to suffer a lot."
HISS!
Many in the crowd who knew a little about the Ancient Martial Circle were shocked to hear that Zhang Sheng was actually a Great Grandmaster. In their minds, a Great Grandmaster was an almost invincible existence, only slightly weaker than a War God.
Lian Zhengrong is making a Great Grandmaster deal with Ye Xiu. What a bully!
"Zhang Sheng, you bastard, what are you dawdling for? I told you to cut off his hand and ruin his mouth. Who gave you permission to let him do it himself?" Lian Zhengrong demanded angrily.
