“Report your name! I, Xue Qingkuang, don’t kill nameless soldiers!” shouted the leader of the Gold Horn Blood Devil race.

“Give it up. You make yourself seem so badass, while I don’t even know how many fellows like you that I’ve slain. I am who I am, surname Long, given name Chen, and all the friends I meet on the path of cultivation call me Boss Long San. Did you memorize it? If you have, then scram. A good dog doesn’t get in the way. If you can’t even resist the pressure of the Great Desolate Winged Devil, what qualifications do you have to block my way?” sneered Long Chen.

“What arrogance, human race! Since you want to die so badly, I’ll kill you right now!”

When Xue Qingkuang raised his hand, the experts beside him retreated, leaving him alone to walk toward Long Chen.

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