Gods fighting.
Real gods fighting.
Especially when Wang Yong's legs gave out and he almost knelt down on the spot, it was so freaking awesome, so terrifying.
Even Yan Fengchun looked on with full admiration. His previous opinion of Jiang Feng was already high, but he hadn't expected to still vastly underestimate his brother. At the same time, he felt somewhat relieved.
"Good thing I was wise last time. If I hadn't been, I might have been the one to suffer. If this got out to my family..."
At this thought, he couldn't help but shudder.
The expressions of the two people engaged in the confrontation suddenly flickered.
Lu Luo too moved her lips silently, but no sound came out. A forceful whisper went directly into Jiang Feng's ear.
"At least five, just as you guessed. See? They all came over from the stalls, especially when they see my belly, they can't help but stop, huh, scum who abet to the tyrant."
He nods subtly, then shouts out loud.
