The Flying Cloud Dynasty's Death Warriors!
The moment Han Di heard this, his expression turned cold and gloomy. A sharp glint shone in his eyes, making him look like a rampaging tiger. Even Zhao Chou and the other Black-Robed Man beside him were frightened into showing astonishment.
When Han Di flew into a rage, it was tantamount to the Crown Prince flying into a rage!
Within the Flying Cloud Dynasty, how many people could withstand the wrath of its Crown Prince?
"Looks like Your Excellency plans to exchange a few moves with this old man?"
Han Di said coldly.
"Exchange blows? You think you're worthy?" Lin Bai sneered disdainfully.
"Courting death!" When Han Di heard the disdain in Lin Bai's voice, he was instantly enraged. The fury he had long been unable to suppress erupted like a volcano!
Han Di's eyes flashed, and a cold radiance burst forth. A sharp sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, its icy gleam suddenly revealed as it stabbed toward Lin Bai's throat!
Seeing Han Di thrust his sword, Lin Bai immediately pulled Gu Jianyun and Gu Hai back more than a hundred meters.
"You old thing!"
After ensuring Gu Jianyun and Gu Hai's safety, Lin Bai's expression turned cold. His body transformed into a streak of light and shot forward. As he neared Han Di, he slammed down with a fierce punch!
Boom!
The tremendous force shook all directions, as though it were crushing the void!
"Senior Han Di, I'll help you!" Zhao Chou sneered as he drew his sword. A cold smile appeared on his face. "Dongfang Bai, the humiliation you gave me two months ago—I'll return it all to you today!"
Zhao Chou thrust his sword violently. Swish, swish, swish! A swath of Sword Qi like a raging gale