It could truly be called enemies meeting and their eyes turning extremely red with hatred.
"Ha! What? You guys are not convinced at all? If you've got the guts, come and hit me!"
Watching Wang Feng and the remaining disciples of the Qingshan Sect, each glaring with wide-open eyes, Zhou Hu wore a playful smirk at the corners of his mouth and lightly flicked the folding fan in his hand.
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