Bai Luo was not angered but laughed instead, his fierce aura spilling out as he pointed at Lei Dong from afar and cursed, "You, surnamed Lei, stuck your nose in, snatched my prey, and now you think you're in the right? Heh. Fine, fine. This general will show you whose territory this is, you bastard."
"Presumptuous! You bastard!"
A chorus of angry shouts erupted. How could the Hidden Dragon Army allow anyone to insult their commander right in front of them? Their faces reddened as they drew their weapons, ready to attack at any moment.
"Hey, ugly big guy, who are you cursing?" Xiao You flashed over beside Lei Dong, killing intent blazing in her eyes.
At the same time, the Heavenly Demons, Ding Wanyan, and Dongfang Fu, who had been staying inside the flying boat's protective barrier, all appeared and directed their hostility at Bai Luo. Bai Luo's Blood Hawk Army refused to back down either, each of them revealing their battle intent. In an instant, both sides were poised to fight.
Four Spirit Transformation experts? His subordinates might not understand what they were seeing, but how could Bai Luo fail to? The four women radiated powerful auras that were unmistakably at Spirit Transmutation level. He had already known a little about Lei Dong's strength, but without seeing it for himself, he had still harbored doubts. Now, though, he couldn't help cursing inwardly: that bastard had struck it lucky, a pretty-faced freeloader living off women.
Word was, the man had two sworn brothers as well. One was a Netherworld Black Snake, and the other was even more impressive—a primordial demigod beast, a flying dragon. Both were Spirit Transformation experts.
But this level of strength was only to be expected. Otherwise, how could the man have stirred up such a