Boom!!!
Palm against fist, the ground caved in, and the brown stone blocks within a radius of over ten meters shattered into pieces.
The faces of the half-snake guards around them changed drastically, as they were pushed back by the shockwaves.
The turbulent air waves at the center revealed the Green Gold Single Horn standing proud, its glass steel blood-red eyes filled with a cold fierceness.
"Grandmaster, Fourth Rank?"
Chen Feng stood unmoved at his original spot, holding a red wooden box in one hand.
Before him was a middle-aged Red-scaled Snake-man in a red robe, his entire body covered with deep red scales and his vertical pupils brimming with cold murderous intent.
"How dare you run wild in our Fire Rong Tribe..."
"Outsider, it seems you must die."
His cold words fell, and Chen Feng's expression became stern.
It wasn't the threat he cared about, but the wording used.
Outsider?
Buzz!!
