"Humph!"
The Northwest Blood Eagle snorted coldly and said, "I've given you face out of respect for your reputation, but you're ungrateful. Don't blame me then! Now that I am a Grade Four Grandmaster, I don't believe you are as strong as the rumors say!"
Upon hearing Grade Four Grandmaster.
The crowd still couldn't help but retreat a few steps.
They had only suspected before, but now they could be certain, he was a Grade Four Grandmaster indeed!
Such cultivation.
It was feared that even the Old Drunkard would have a tough time dealing with it.
"Today, I shall experience the Old Drunkard's Drunken Fist!"
As he said this.
The Northwest Blood Eagle's body trembled at this moment, and a tremendous power erupted from him, forcing all the tables and chairs around him to scatter!
The Old Drunkard grinned and said, "Good! I haven't stretched my muscles in a long time either."
At this time.
