Make trouble? Hearing Wang Zhe accusing him of making trouble pushed Huang Xiaolong’s patience over the edge. A sharp gleamed flitted across his eyes.

Noticing this, Wang Zhe mocked, “What? Want to fight?”

Wang Zhe was aware that Huang Xiaolong was no weakling, however, he was a long standing Elder of the Alchemist Grandmaster Union. Even though his alchemy refining skills were lackluster compared to Huang Xiaolong’s, his own cultivation wasn't bad.

He was a peak late-Seventh Order Highgod Realm master, which was why he believed that Huang Xiaolong was no match for him in terms of strength.

Huang Xiaolong’s tone turned icy, “You will regret this very soon.” He then turned and left. In a brief moment before Huang Xiaolong left the square, he sent an unnoticeable line of frigid force into Wang Zhe’s body.

When he was passing by Mo Su, Huang Xiaolong gave him a disdainful glance before looking away.

Mo Su was already fuming after knowing that Huang Xiaolong...