The portly old man sent Zhao Shu and Zhang Fu flying with a palm strike, not even casting a glance their way, before he bellowed at the Huang Family members, "Let Huang Xiaolong crawl out here!"
His voice boomed like Divine Thunder, violently shaking the spirits of the Huang Family members, causing blood to trickle from their mouths.
"My uncle is not here," Guo Xiaofan stepped out from the crowd and said with furious eyes, "To tell you the truth, my uncle is now a disciple of Xuanwu Academy, if you dare to kill us, he will not let you off!"
A disciple of Xuanwu Academy!
The portly old man and the thin, young man were startled, not expecting Huang Xiaolong to be absent from the Martial Soul World.
"A disciple of Xuanwu Academy?" The thin, young man laughed, "Little friend, you almost scared me to death just now." His words were saturated with boundless mockery.
