The three Holy Envoys from Persia all sneered when they heard Lin Lang actually dare to threaten them.
People from the Central Plains were far too arrogant. Did they think no place outside the Central Plains had any experts?
"Who's going?" The Flowing Cloud Envoy looked at the other two.
At a glance, the young man before them was full of openings.
His aura was also weak. His martial arts had to be poor-not even a Grandmaster. He had not even brought a weapon. Any one of them could handle him.
The subordinates they had brought this time were clearly useless, actually letting a weakling like this slip into the cabin.
They were only drinking and eating meat. If they had been enjoying themselves in other ways, wouldn't the interruption have turned them into quick shooters?
The Wondrous Wind Envoy charged at Lin Lang without hesitation and casually struck with his palm.
Seeing that Lin Lang did not even dodge, all three looked at him with contempt.
He was far too weak. He could not even withstand a single palm strike.
Hopefully, that blow would not kill him. They still wanted to ask what exactly was happening outside and which local gang was being so ignorant of the rules.
Bang!
Lin Lang felt a surge of icy energy enter his body, but his Reverse Star-Sucking Great Skill instantly dissolved it.
"All three of you should come at me together." Lin Lang looked disappointed.
These so-called Holy Envoys only had the strength of early Great Grandmasters. It seemed he had overestimated the Persian Ming Cult.
The expressions of all three Holy Envoys changed. He had taken a palm strike from the Wondrous Wind Envoy without suffering a scratch?
Even though the Wondrous Wind Envoy had held back some strength at the