Once Huang Xiaolong's group disappeared from the horizon, He Fang vowed full of hatred, “Huang Xiaolong, I, He Fang will make sure you get expelled from the Fortune Gate if it's the last thing I do, or I’ll renounce my surname!”

My surname won’t be He!

His voice rumbled in the sky, and the surrounding roofs were pulverized to dust by the soundwaves.

Zhu Feng, Lu Tai, and Sun Yao were shocked as they watched everything from a distance.

He Fang, a peak late-Seventh Order Ancestor God Realm master, had his his ten fingers twisted and broken! To top it off, he was sent staggering back by a small push!

Furthermore, the person who had stopped He Fang was an inconspicuous black-robed man by Huang Xiaolong's side, instead of the two beasts!

Zhu Feng’s throat went dry suddenly.

Since when did so many high-level Ancestor God Realm masters start following Huang Xiaolong?!

How is that even...