Are you fucking sick in the head?!
Lin Bai raised his hand.
Lightning shot out, striking Professional Mage squarely in the head.
A wisp of black smoke rose from his afro, but [Professional Mage] paid it no mind. He kept chuckling as he streamed. "Test confirmed! Viewers, send those rocket gifts flying! Fuck, it really is the perfect weapon against Shopkeeper Lin."
The Beggar Gang disciples' faces darkened. They glared at [Professional Mage], itching to tear him into ten thousand pieces.
"Fuck!"
Perhaps discovering Lin Bai's Bug had emboldened him, or perhaps the viewers' rocket gifts had spurred him on. [Professional Mage] looked at Lin Bai and said it again.
Lin Bai raised his hand and gave him another blast.
Motherfucker!
He just won't quit.
Lin Bai traced a circle with his left palm. Proud Dragon Has Regrets! A dragon's head flew from his palm, swerved around the Beggar Gang disciples blocking its path, and hurtled straight at [Professional Mage].
Suddenly.
A streak of sword light shot in from the side.
It cleaved the dragon's head Lin Bai had launched in two.
Then a sword-wielding young man in black, who looked nearly thirty, stepped in front of [Professional Mage] and glared furiously at Lin Bai. "What are you doing?"
Holy shit!
Lin Bai looked at the young man in black with curiosity. He could even cleave Proud Dragon Has Regrets apart. This fellow was someone to be reckoned with!
"Brothers, remember his name. Kill him back to Novice Village!" [Lone Elder] ignored the young man in black. A trace of viciousness flashed through his eyes as he looked at [Professional Mage] and spoke over team voice chat.
"Master, we're all Heaven-Sent Ones, so I came over to greet them and invite them to join our Chaoyuan Sword Sect. Not