Zhang Xuan looked at the extraordinary figure descending from the sky and could not help asking again, "Why?"
The newcomer said with disdain, "Weakness is your original sin! If you had strength, what Fire Leopard Sect? They would not even dare fart!"
Naturally, the one who had descended from the sky was Wang Sheng.
When he heard that Zhang Xuan was a genius with Innate Full Soul Power, he had decided to lend a hand.
After all, such talent was enough to qualify him for the Seven Monsters.
As soon as Wang Sheng said this, Zhang Xuan lowered his head in thought.
The four men from the Fire Leopard Sect, however, were enraged. Pointing at Wang Sheng, they roared, "Insolent! How dare you speak so arrogantly about our Fire Leopard Sect!"
"Kneel and apologize, or die!"
"Kneel? Apologize? Heh."
Wang Sheng sneered. Since when had Douluo produced such utter idiots?
"Heh? Heh your Younger Sister!"
One of the Fire Leopard Sect members immediately threw a punch at Wang Sheng!
"Watch out!"
Seeing this, Zhang Xuan screamed.
In his eyes, Wang Sheng looked even younger than himself. Although he possessed an incredibly miraculous flying soul skill—
If they truly fought, he would definitely be no match for any one of the four men.
Kind-hearted as he was, Zhang Xuan could not bear to see Wang Sheng hurt because of him.
But in the next moment, his mouth fell open!
Wang Sheng wore a disdainful expression as he casually raised a hand and caught the incoming fist.
"Hmm?"
The attacker had clearly not expected this outcome.
His face immediately darkened. He struggled with all his might, trying to pull his fist free from Wang Sheng's grasp.
But how could his strength compare to Wang Sheng's monstrous power?
No matter how he struggled,