1110: C1110 A Wave of It

C1110 A Wave of It

Faang Fann and the Small Golden Dragon spoke in unison. Jian Ming's expression suddenly changed.

Was this... looking down on him? Scolding him? Looking down on him?

To become a Quasi-Sage within a hundred years... was that wrong?

'Why are these two guys looking down on me? '

The corner of Jian Ming's mouth twitched, and his face darkened.

"Bastard! You dare to ridicule this Young Palace Master?"

"Small Golden Dragon, don't be so arrogant in front of this Young Palace Master just because you have a bit of talent!"

"This Young Palace Master is willing to accept you as its mount. That is a high regard for you, a great honor for you!"

"My Heavenly Sword Palace is not a place that any Tom, dick, and Harry can come to!"

"Following this Young Palace Master, your future is limitless, but if you follow this trash... hehe... in the future, you will only be trash!"

As Jian Ming spoke, he looked at Faang Fann with a sinister expression.

"Peak True King Stage? Trash!"

Jian Ming raised his head proudly like a proud hen.

"Who are you calling trash?"

Faang Fann casually replied.

"Trash is obviously scolding you! Idiot!"

Jian Ming coldly snorted and continued to speak. In an instant, he reacted...

Faang Fann was trying to trick him!

If he said that, wouldn't he be admitting that he was a trash?

"I don't know whether trash is trash or not, but your intelligence is indeed lacking!"

Faang Fann commented in all seriousness.

Following which, a series of mocking sounds came from the surroundings.

Jian Ming's expression became more and more unsightly.

This bastard actually dared to toy with him?

Jian Ming's face instantly turned red as he felt the pointing fingers of those cultivator around him.

"Bastard! How dare you be so arrogant in front of this Young Palace Master! Go to hell!"

If there was a disagreement, they would start fighting.

To be more precise, Jian Ming was in a state where he was furious from embarrassment.

As he shouted, he threw himself at Faang Fann, unleashing his Eight-Star Level Emperor Stage cultivation base!

This guy did have the right to be proud of himself. In the younger generation, anyone who could reach the Eight-Star Level Emperor Stage would be as rare as a phoenix feather or a qilin horn!

"Roar!"2

In the face of Jian Ming's attack, the Small Golden Dragon protected its master. A dragon's roar was heard, and it immediately stunned Jian Ming.

Although Jian Ming was an Eight-Star Level Royal Lord, the Small Golden Dragon was a genuine Ten-Star Emperor...

The Small Golden Dragon's body suddenly swelled up, and it immediately rushed to Jian Ming's side. Using its dragon body, it carried Jian Ming and brought him to Faang Fann.

"Let me go! Let go of me! Bastard! Bastard... "

Jian Ming roared furiously as he stretched out his palm and tried to grab it. * Hong Long...... *

Bang!

A clear slap was heard. Jian Ming felt the pain coming from his face and was stunned.

He didn't hit Faang Fann just now, but Faang Fann had indeed slapped him!

"You... you dare to slap this Young Palace Master?! Are you crazy? Do you know who I am? Do you know how strong my father is? Do you know how many high grade cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Palace came after my order?"

* Pa *

Before Jian Ming could finish his words, a crisp slap was heard once again.

"So noisy."

Faang Fann frowned. He was a Young Lord of Third-Grade Power after all. Why didn't he have any self-restraint?

Why did he want to fight with his father?

This was the Chentian City, not the Heavenly Sword Palace!

"Crazy! Are you crazy?"

"Men! Kill! Kill him!"

Young Master of Heavenly Sword Palace and Jian Ming's faces were as black as ink. Their bodies started to tremble uncontrollably.

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