Wang Qingjiang followed behind He Feifan, walking into the guest reception hall. When he passed by Huang Xiaolong, he snickered, “Punk, don’t think your Master and the Cheng Family can protect you forever, I’m waiting to see if you can hide inside the Vermilion Bird Institute your whole life.”

Huang Xiaolong responded in a derisive tone, “Just you?”

With a slight probe of his divine sense, Huang Xiaolong saw through Wang Qingjiang’s strength in an instant, an early Eight Order God Realm. This level of strength, Huang Xiaolong could squash Wang Qingjiang into waste with a single finger.

Wang Qingjiang flew into a fit of anger at Huang Xiaolong’s words. His fist aimed, wanting to strike Huang Xiaolong down the peak, but he managed to control himself at the last moment, “Cheng Huai’an, your naivety is laughable in my eyes, I hope you can be this naive till the end!” With that said, Wang Qingjiang looked away from Huang Xiaolong,...