At that moment, Zou Feng's gaze toward Chen Ang was filled with contempt.
Three thousand Immortal Fate points had gone down the drain. Zou Feng had to fight the urge to scream at Chen Ang, "Fuck this! I want a refund!"
Of course, he couldn't actually make Chen Ang give him a refund.
Shaking his head in extreme disappointment, Zou Feng couldn't be bothered with pleasantries and simply turned and walked away.
In fact, it was already quite merciful of him not to taunt Chen Ang.
'After all, not only were Chen Ang's fees exorbitant, but he'd also talked a big game, claiming he could shatter my Evil Qi toxic dragons in a single move. It had actually gotten my hopes up a little...'
'It seems fighting people ranked around one hundredth on the Skyward Rankings won't have much of an effect on me.'
'If I want to restore my battered state of mind, just crushing a weakling like Chen Ang won't cut it.'
