"Kid, your eyes are pretty sharp!" said the middle-aged man. His voice was incredibly hoarse and grating; perhaps that was why he had remained silent all along.
Zhou Heng merely smiled and withdrew his hand. "If this senior won't interfere, then we can have a spar."
The green-clad young man immediately hesitated.
He had never imagined that his guard would be recognized even after concealing his aura! And this person was merely a Bright Immortal, which made Zhou Heng seem unfathomably deep to him.
Facing an opponent like this, he truly had no confidence!
But if he were to drag the Star King into this "spar," what kind of shameless person would even be able to say such a thing? He was the young master of a powerful clan, domineering and arrogant indeed, but he still had his pride!
Damn it, it was like he had dug a pit and buried himself in it. What was he supposed to do now?
The green-clad young man was not particularly quick-witted, and for a moment, he had no idea how to answer Zhou Heng.
"Senior Brother Zhang, what's there to say to trash from Great Plains Academy? Just make them lick our shoes. If they refuse, beat them to death!" At that moment, the woman leaned close to the green-clad young man and said.
"Right, right, right!" The green-clad young man hurriedly nodded. Why should he let Zhou Heng lead him by the nose? He had the combat strength of a Star King at his command—why did he need to follow Zhou Heng's train of thought?
He had almost been tricked!
"Kid, you're very annoying!" He looked at Zhou Heng. "So not only will I make you lick my shoe soles, I'll also cripple all your divine manifestations... Uh, I'll leave you