"Get lost!"
Faced with the aggressive, grey-robed middle-aged man, Feng Wudao stood his ground, motionless as a mountain. His lips twitched slightly as he leisurely spat out a single word.
At the same time, with a mere wave of his hand, a terrifying force that made the very air tremble swept outward instantly, moving with divine assistance and meeting the grey-robed middle-aged man without a shred of fear.
Chapter 751