The young man driving the jeep up front asked curiously, "Elder, did you see that right?"
"No mistake, he killed my avatar—how could I possibly get it wrong!"
The middle-aged man snapped angrily, his old face flushing red with rage.
This was none other than Liu Changfeng, one of the Four Great Elders of the Poisonous Spike Sect.
After the meeting, he'd taken his direct disciple Awang and rushed over first.
Old people don't use the Internet; they're slow to catch up on news.
He'd only now realized that not only had this young man provoked him, but he'd also messed with the Young Master.
Awang said excitedly, "Elder, then let's hurry up and do it! Once we kill this guy, you can be Sect Leader!"
Liu Changfeng shot him a glare and said, "You think things are that simple? Use your brain a little! If this kid was easy to handle, would the Young Master dare stake the Sect Leader's position on it?"
