The moment Oscar said that, the scene fell silent.
Lan Minghua's mouth twitched, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
Seriously, I made it so clear. How could you still get it wrong?
Not only did you get it wrong, you even thought I couldn't tell men from women?!
You're dead!
Lan Minghua snatched up the empty liquor bottle and hurled it at Oscar.
Hearing the whoosh of it cutting through the air, Oscar had learned his lesson. He hurriedly activated Indestructible Vajra Body.
"Bang!"
The bottle shattered against the Golden Light and fell to the ground in pieces. It didn't hit Oscar's head.
"Heh, Master, your bottle missed me."
"Oh, really?"
Before Oscar could finish gloating, a slipper came flying even faster.
"Crack!"
In an instant, Oscar's Golden Light shattered, and the slipper made direct, intimate contact with his face.
Then Lan Minghua dropped from the sky and slipped the shoe back onto his foot.
He had controlled the force of that slipper strike well, leaving a shoe print on Oscar's face that would last only a few hours.
Then his voice rang out again.
"Honestly, you can't even handle a little thing like this. I have to do everything myself as your master."
Still annoyed, Lan Minghua gave Oscar, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, two more kicks.
"Get up already! You're the eldest disciple, lying on the ground in front of your junior brother. Aren't you embarrassed?"
At that, Oscar hurried to his feet, putting on a mature expression.
The shoe print on his face was just too conspicuous, though. Even Dugu Bo couldn't help taking a couple more looks.
So this was my master's eldest disciple, my senior brother?
A level-forty, three-ring Soul Elder?
Dugu Bo was stunned. He hadn't expected his