"Brothers, whoever helps me tear this bastard apart today, I, Qian Qiang, will owe you a personal favor!"
Everyone already wanted to tear Zhao Dong limb from limb, and Qian Qiang's words simply acted as a catalyst. Without the slightest hesitation, the young masters stepped forward, unleashing their cultivation fluctuations. Incredibly, dozens of Master-level experts released their power at once. With strength in numbers, Qian Qiang's ego swelled as they all prepared to strike.
He pointed at Zhao Dong's nose and sneered, "Kid, if you know what's good for you, kneel and apologize now. Then get out of here, and I, Qian Qiang, might just spare you.
"Otherwise, when we lay our hands on you, you'll lose more than just face!"
Zhao Dong sighed helplessly. "Qian Qiang, is it? What is wrong with you?"
"I've never provoked you, yet you seem so keen on looking for a beating?"
