Impression

Chapter 717: Impression

Shen Wuxiao paced before him. "I am deeply saddened by the death of your brothers."

"I don't know what happened just now. Every one of my subordinates acted like they'd been pumped full of chicken blood, saying they wanted to show them some color."

"I thought they were just going to slap them a few times. Who knew the color they meant was blood red!"

"I'll definitely scold them when I get back. Isn't this just bullying the red-green color-blind?"

"Shen Wuxiao!!!" Yang Wanjun was about to go mad.

He disregarded everything and tried to charge forward.

But faced with the suppression of a Martial Venerable, there was nothing he could do.

He was directly forced back by the opponent's aura.

"Ahhhhhh!" Yang Wanjun roared in impotent fury, so stifled he wanted to piss himself.

Shen Wuxiao suddenly laughed, laughing without restraint. "What I love most is seeing people helpless and unable to do anything. I gave you a chance, but you were useless!"

"You... you..." When had Yang Wanjun ever suffered such humiliation?

The alliance was actually protecting the enemy.

"Ding, killed fourteen of the protagonist's subordinates. Points +300,000"

"Made Yang Wanjun so stifled he was on the verge of collapse, unable to vent. Points +500,000"

Shen Wuxiao was thoroughly satisfied. This fellow's drop rate was not low either.

"Young Master Shen... for my sake, stop while you can!" Long Qingyuan gritted his teeth.

Shen Wuxiao had gone too far in bullying others.

Yang Wanjun was, after all, the adopted son of his old friend. He could not bear to watch any longer.

Shen Wuxiao shifted his gaze to Long Qingyuan.

"Old Master, I don't like hearing that. What face do you have to say it? Besides, I didn't kill anyone from your Long