"It seems that after I've dealt with the young, the old have come hopping out."
Lin Zifeng watched the two of them with a sneer.
"Kill him!" Ye Xiangtian clutched his wound, gritting his teeth with hatred for Lin Zifeng.
"Young Master Ye, please step back. I will handle this boy."
The old man spoke excellent Chinese, even with a proper Chinese accent.
It seems we have another Fusang dog here.
"Kill him, I want to see his head."
Ye Xiangtian gave Lin Zifeng a vicious glare before turning and running toward the back mountain.
"Boy, daring to barge into the Dragon Roar Gang, today is your death day!"
"Who dies first is still a question!"
"Boy, you are seeking your own death. If you have any resentments, save them for Hell!"
The old man's face twisted into a grim smile as he raised his war blade, its endless Vital Energy emanating. With a slide of his feet—
The man lunged at Lin Zifeng with a raised hand.
