Killing intent burst out from Jin Kang’s body when he looked at Huang Xiaolong’s departing figure.

“Hall Master Jin, how dare that b*stard speak to you in that sort of tone? Why don’t we take him down right here before pinning some random crime on him?” One of the attendants behind Jin Kang spoke up.

The person who spoke was called Liu Jieyi, and he was someone from the Aliu Race. The Aliu race was one of the subordinate races loyal to the Golden Buddha Race, and it was no wonder he suggested something like that.

Jin Kang glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and he suppressed the killing intent in his heart. “There’s no need for that. Let him strut around for several more days. In the future, he will live a life worse than death!”

There were too many disciples in the hall right now, and it wasn’t a good time to lay his hands on Huang Xiaolong.

Even if he wanted to cripple the kid, he wouldn’t be able...