Lin Chen looked up in surprise.
Who is so bold to openly mock Xi Yunlang?
In front of the two stood three people, two men and one woman, all appearing young, and the robes worn by the three were identical, clearly indicating they were from the same sect.
With arms crossed, the young man blocking the way wore a mocking smile, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule.
On the man's white robe was an embroidered five-clawed black dragon, soaring through clouds, obviously enchanted by a spell, making the embroidered dragon appear alive, ready to fly off the robe any moment.
Upon seeing this emblem, Lin Chen immediately understood the identity of the opponent.
Eleventh District Holy Land, Divine Dragon Palace.
Only a Holy Land can fearlessly confront another Holy Land.
Xi Yunlang's face chilled a notch: "Ma Zimo, a good dog doesn't block the way, surely you understand this principle, right?"
