"Fuck you!"
Chun Xiaobai's face turned livid, and he reached out and seized Lu Qingshan by the collar.
"Where the hell did you find these people?"
"Can he do this or not? If not, tell him to piss off!"
"For fuck's sake!" Li Qingfeng could not take it anymore.
Just then, however, two sounds of rushing wind suddenly came from the distance.
Everyone immediately fell silent.
They were lurking around someone else's rear mountain in the dead of night. If they were discovered, they really would have no way to explain themselves.
Chun Xiaobai glanced at the sky, knew he could not wait any longer, and said directly to Lu Qingshan:
"Keep them in line, or you won't get a share this time!"
"I won't get a share either?"
Li Qingfeng muttered beside him, "You make it sound like you can actually open this fifth-tier Grand Defensive Array."
"Isn't it just a Grand Defensive Array?" Chun Xiaobai curled his lip in disdain.
Who was he, Chun Xiaobai?
He possessed the Heaven-Rending Hand, a technique unmatched in this world.
This art had been born for raiding homes and robbing people.
There was no formation in the world he could not open.
If there was, it only meant he was not strong enough yet.
"Everyone, stand back for your Great King!" Chun Xiaobai barked.
Zhang Xuanhe hurriedly pulled Li Qingfeng back several steps.
Li Qingfeng shook out his sleeves, his expression cold. He wanted to see just how this brat would break through a fifth-tier formation.
This was a fifth-tier Sect-Guardian Formation, after all!
Never mind a brat at the Golden Core Stage-even if all eighty of them, old cultivators at Spirit Transformation, attacked together and bombarded it for a month, they might not break it open.
Yet Chun Xiaobai merely stepped