"Wow—"
With a sweep of his wide sleeves, Huang Panyi's face was full of anger, and he fully revealed his imposing aura.
In an instant, the courtyard was filled with swirling yellow dust.
Impressive!
The two words emerged in the hearts of the family patriarchs, who clicked their tongues in admiration.
Truly worthy of being a master from Dragon Gate, such an aura is extraordinary!
"Zhong Buwang, was it you who crippled him?" Huang Panyi's cold eyes shot straight at Ye Huan. "And you crippled him knowing his identity?"
"Only crippled? I thought I'd killed him outright." Ye Huan had a look of "astonishment."
"Insolence!"
Huang Panyi lashed out in anger again with his sleeves, his voice deepening, "Knowing Zhong Buwang is a disciple of Dragon Gate, yet you dared to cripple him?"
"So what if I crippled him, aren't you upset? Or do you want to play the game where the elder takes up for the young, then after beating the elder, you call more to help?"
