"Hehe, well, Wang Meng, it's fine if you don't know what's good for you. But what, you want to go at it with me?"
Seeing this, Shen Changlong's massive frame shuddered, clearly enraged.
He instantly squinted his old eyes, so angry that he laughed instead.
"With my late Qi Condensation stage strength, if I were to make a move against you, others would only laugh at me, Shen Changlong, for bullying the weak."
"So how about you let this old man use only one hand and let me test your weight?"
Wang Meng chuckled strangely twice, the battle spirit in his eyes almost unbearable.
Back when Ying Rufeng commanded a battle and failed, it cost many of his brothers their lives.
And this old geezer in front of him, instead of holding the other responsible,
actually covered for his safe retreat, pinning all the blame squarely on Wang Meng!
New and old grudges surged in Wang Meng's heart, tingeing his eyes red.
No matter if you're late Qi Condensation stage, Shen Changlong, so what?
