The boy in front of him is nothing but a blood demon! The blood demon who kills countless people!

Whether it is insight or strength, it must be far superior to yourself!

If he really angers him, Senior Brother Ji Wubing will no longer be here. Once he gets angry and starts a massacre, who can resist the people present?

Thinking of this, Ji Laoba couldn't help but stiffen his body, and a hint of coldness slowly spread from his heart and spread throughout his body.

"Okay!" Ji Laoba suppressed the fear and fear in his heart, and was sarcastic on his face. He slapped Long Haotian with a vicious look and said harsh words: "You guy is cruel! I'll wait for Senior Brother Ji Wubing to visit you!"

The scar disciple panicked and said anxiously: "Brother, brother, can you let that kid go like this..."

Before I could finish it.

"Bang!"

A crisp slap sounded, and Ji Laoba slapped the scar disciple hard on the face with a palm, and was furious: "Shut up!"

The Scar disciple squirted out a mouthful of saliva, mixed with blood and broken teeth. He staggered and fell to the ground, and a clearly visible red slap mark appeared on his right face. His expression was dull and he couldn't come back to his senses for a while.
Chapter completed!