The Golden Horned Little Bull heard Huang Xiaolong say that nobody wanted his old bones, and shouted, "Youngster Huang, you dare say nobody wants my old bones? Even if they're disassembled, they can be refined into top-grade Primordial Spirit Artifacts!"
Han Tongfei saw that Huang Xiaolong and the Golden Horned Little Bull were laughing and chatting freely, speaking nonsense, without even looking at him directly, and his face turned cold.
"Kid, are you Huang Xiaolong?" Han Tongfei said coldly, "We suspect that you are harboring a fugitive. Since you have returned, it's just right for you to come with us."
Just as Han Tongfei's voice fell, suddenly, Huang Xiaolong's figure flashed and instantly appeared in front of Han Tongfei.
Han Tongfei was startled, just about to speak, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his whole body flew backward, crashing into the ground in the distance, blood spewing from his mouth in large gulps.
