"You have a foul mouth!" Grant looked at Master Yang coldly and said.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Master Yang covered his mouth and shouted three times.
He sat down directly on the ground and looked at Grant in the distance, laughing angrily. "Even if you are stronger than me, so what? That's a mystical beast! And it looks so extraordinary. Even ordinary mystical practitioners wouldn't have a chance to survive against it. I want to see you die with my own eyes!"
His eyes revealed an extremely resentful expression, showing his hatred towards Grant.
"Grant, you..." Stella on the other side also widened her eyes. She had been influenced by Master Yang's words before and thought that Grant had no strength at all. But now, it seemed that Grant couldn't be without strength.
At least, he was a peak martial arts master!
Yahir directly said to Grant, "Boss, how about this? I can distract the attention of this beast... As long as you go out and give Master Yang a good lesson after I'm gone!"
