Xiong Fen unleashed his full aura and roared in rebuke.
He had not taken the squad leader seriously at all. Both his expression and words carried the lofty bearing of a "Yunxing expert."
Yet the moment his words fell, the other man's presence surged even more fiercely.
He even rolled up both sleeves and began cursing!
"What the hell are you, a little laborer, yapping on about in front of me? A Yunxing expert? I think you've gotten way too full of yourself!"
Spittle flew everywhere, and the man's finger nearly jabbed Xiong Fen in the face.
His haughty manner was even more outrageous than that of the former Moon God Pavilion Master!
When had Xiong Fen ever suffered such humiliation? He was about to fly into a rage and strike.
Then, all of a sudden.
That man extended one hand first!
A phantom of a colossal palm condensed in midair. Its terrifying pressure sealed off the surrounding area, then it came crashing down like Mount Tai's Pressure!
Xiong Fen felt his blood and qi churn violently.
He had just tried to mobilize the Power of the Great Dao, only to find himself unable to move. His face turned pale with fright in an instant.
Looking up at the giant palm overhead was like witnessing the end of the world descend!
Before they could react, Xiong Fen and his son were suppressed by that terrifying palm and smashed hard to the ground. They could not even twitch a finger, and breathing became incomparably difficult!
"Yunxing experts, my ass! You haven't been around for a few days and you're already putting on airs. I'd say you two have gotten far too carried away!"
"Throw these two idiots into solitary confinement! Let them go hungry for three days first!"
In the blink