"You think I let you leave?"
"What, are you planning to use Overlord-level beings to pressure me again? Have you no shame?" the Fourth Prince of the Holy Dragon Clan said, stopping in his tracks.
"Why is your face so thick? An Overlord-level being blocking you—are you worthy of that?" Hua Yunfei sneered. "Your father robbed me of my treasure, so I'll rob you of yours. That's reasonable, right?"
The Fourth Prince of the Holy Dragon Clan's expression changed, but he seemed to have prepared for this. Raising a hand, he activated a talisman. It swelled in the wind and instantly wrapped around him, intending to take him away.
At the same time, he spun around at lightning speed and threw a Dragon Fist. The dragon's roar shook the heavens as he tried to delay Hua Yunfei for a single breath.
"Trying to leave?"
Hua Yunfei smiled faintly and stomped down hard. Space trembled violently, time and space reversed, and the Fourth Prince of the Holy Dragon Clan, who had been teleported away by the talisman, returned the very next moment, his face full of disbelief.
The Dragon Fist he had launched was also directly erased by the lingering might of that stomp.
Everyone present was stunned as well, staring at Hua Yunfei. What kind of method was that? That talisman was no ordinary item—it had definitely come from the hand of a Quasi-Overlord Level expert—yet it had been rendered useless?
"Are you afraid?"
Hua Yunfei strode toward the Fourth Prince of the Holy Dragon Clan. "You talked so wildly, so why were you the first one to run?"
Dragon roars rang around the Fourth Prince of the Holy Dragon Clan. "Outnumbered and outmatched, why should I stay?"
Hua Yunfei smiled. "You thought I'd call people over to gang up