"Brat, you speak with such arrogance. Do you not hold this old man in your eyes?!"
As Long Yuying's voice fell, Elder Fan Liang narrowed his eyes and called into the restaurant.
As his voice fell, the aura around him spread toward the restaurant like an overwhelming tide. It was as terrifying as a ferocious beast lying dormant in the wilderness suddenly awakening.
"God Emperor! He really is a God Emperor!"
"What a pity. That Green-Robed God King was far too arrogant. Since he stayed here all this time, I'm afraid he'll lose his life here as well."
At this moment, the onlookers in the distance all felt sorry for Li Zhōujūn.
After all, the Green-Robed God King's actions had allowed many cultivators who had suffered Long Yuying's oppression to vent their anger.
When Long Yuying sensed Elder Fan Liang's strength, his eyes filled with worship. Was this the terrifying power of a First Tribulation God Emperor?
That Green-Robed God King had nowhere to run!
At the same time, Elder Fan Liang's old face was filled with arrogance. "Don't make this old man take action. I don't want to lay a hand on an ant like you. Come out obediently and apologize to my good disciple's younger brother. As for whether I'll let you off, that will depend on what my good disciple's younger brother says."
Just as Elder Fan Liang's voice fell,
a streak of sword light suddenly flew out of the restaurant like a startled swan. Carrying an aura like a true dragon emerging from the sea and heavenly thunder descending in judgment, it struck with a clang and embedded itself in the ground before Elder Fan Liang.
At this moment, apart from the gurgling sounds of people swallowing, there was no other noise.
Rolling cold sweat poured