Duan Fulong coldly snorted and unleashed his powerful spells targeted at the barrier.
The barrier didn't have any weak points, but they had already investigated for so long to know that it could still be shattered.
The bombardment continued for a few minutes, and by now Ye Ming had lost all interest.
"Lan, come massage me." He yawned and leaned on a comfortable chair, his legs extended and placed on a table that Qing Lan retrieved.
Qing Lan also began to massage Ye Ming's shoulders, completely disregarding Duan Fulong and his men's attack.
When Duan Fulong noticed their reaction, he felt extremely humiliated.
At least behave like you're in danger!
Did they think he came here to put on some fireworks show?
How disrespectful of them!
Besides Duan Fulong, the fellow cultivators were equally enraged by their lack of response.
"Hmph, take out all your precious tools and shatter the barriers."
