"What are you yelling about? If you disturb my young master, can you afford the consequences?"
Salca opened the door with a dissatisfied shout!
At the same time, the Sixth Soul Slayer also opened the door, glancing indifferently at the crowd below!
"Damn it, do you know where you are? How dare you cause trouble on our Sandstorm Boss's turf? You must have a death wish!"
Zhao San Ye sized up Salca from head to toe, not feeling that the other was that impressive!
He couldn't help it; with his cultivation, he couldn't see through Salca's true power, so how could he know how powerful Salca was?
"Hurry up and deal with them, the young miss is hungry!"
A faint voice came from another room, sounding a bit impatient!
"Did you hear that? It's not me who wants to teach you a lesson; it's just that the young master is too hungry!"
Salca turned to look at Zhao San Ye and his group, then vanished in a blink!
Bam!
