"Bah!"
Zhao Douan sneered disdainfully after uttering this word. On the other end of the river, across the wide expanse, faces turned pale amidst the formidable fleet of over a hundred Jianghu guests.
Many showed a look of suppressed anger.
It's important to note that Zuo Tang appearing here today does not just represent this old fellow alone, but the face of the entire Southern martial arts. In other words, Zhao Douan's slap was tantamount to slapping them all in the face.
How could the fighters, who are naturally competitive and fierce, not be angry?
"What a villain!" The man who resembled a skinny monkey said coldly: "I've long heard of this person's arrogance and dominance, and the rumors are indeed true. He even dares show no respect to the Alliance Leader Zuo, does he really think he's got us figured out? Does he look down on us Jianghu people?"
