Qingfeng Li stared ahead at Zikun Huo. "How's it any of my damn business who you are?" he asked, his voice cold. "Get out of my way this instant. Otherwise, don't blame me if I talk with my fists."
A cold light flashed across Zikun Huo's eyes. "I'm the Crown Prince of the Fire Wolf Top-Tier Dynasty!" His voice was haughty. "How dare you talk to me like this? I think you have a death wish."
Zikun Huo's voice was arrogant and cocky. He wasn't worried about Qingfeng Li at all, even going as far as pointing his finger at him. It was as though he was looking at an ant.
There was nothing Qingfeng Li hated more than having someone pointing at him like this. It was like a slap straight to the face.
Qingfeng Li abruptly reached out with his right hand and, in an instant, he grabbed Zikun Huo's right hand. Applying pressure to his index finger, Qingfeng Li snapped the Crown Prince's finger with a sickening crack.