"Fei Bin, Lu Bai... your time to die is today, yet you dare to boast here, truly stupid beyond measure. Considering past camaraderie, I kindly warned you, but you took my good intentions for donkey liver and lungs; you deserve today's calamity!"
Deng Bafeng's voice rang clear, shaking the eight directions.
To Fei Bin's group, it was infuriating, like one Buddha emerged and two Buddhas attained Nirvana!
Immediately, someone jumped out, sword pointed at Deng Bafeng:
"Deng, you dog! If you've got the guts, come and duel me. See if it's your mouth that's sharper or my sword."
"Haha."
Deng Bafeng mocked:
"Sha Tianjiang, you refuse to heed good advice; you're about to die. Why should I tangle with a dying man? Save your strength to beg a few more words from King Yama!"
"Deng Bafeng!"
Sha Tianjiang was furious.
Ding Ling gestured behind him.
Dan Qingsheng and Ding Jian immediately moved the Drumming Golden Hammer to Ding Ling's side.
