"Ling Feng! What are you doing? It's just a spar, yet you strike with such malice. What are your intentions?"
On the high platform, Yuwen Liang's eyelids twitched wildly, and he couldn't help but shout in anger.
These Emperor Strong were gathered specifically to deal with Ling Feng and his group, but now that Ling Feng had beaten them to a pulp, they'd probably hold him accountable.
"Heh heh!"
Ling Feng's hands didn't stop, still mercilessly slapping Wu Jian's face with loud "smacks," as he turned to Yuwen Liang. With a cold smile, he said, "Striking with malice? It seems that's how all of you dealt with my companions before, isn't it? What, only officials are allowed to set fires, while commoners can't light lamps?"
"You!"
Yuwen Liang was infuriated yet left speechless. When they had dealt with Chu Tiange and the others before, hadn't they used the same tactics, not even allowing them to concede!
That damn Ling Feng!
