W-what?
Cheng Feng involuntarily stiffened.
"I've already given you the Fourth Extreme Grass. What else do you want?" he asked, suppressing his anger.
Ling Han smiled and said, "That's strange. I only told you to put the Fourth Extreme Grass down. I didn't say that you could leave after you put it down."
This!
Cheng Feng immediately recalled that he had also previously commanded those five Dao Childs to do the same, yet now the favor was returned to him.
This retribution was too fast, wasn't it?
He gritted his teeth, "Then let's battle!"
Obviously, there was no way that Ling Han would spare him. Thus, there was no need for him to seek his own humiliation any longer.
He took the initiative to charge out. Weng, a battle drum appeared above his head, and with a tong, it actually sounded on its own.
"Wu!" The five Dao Childs felt a pain in their chests, and instantly spat out blood madly.
It was as if the battle drum had struck their hearts, almost causing them to explode.
