บท 270: Hit the Wrong Guy

Little Daoist Zhen struggled up. He had a palm print on his cheek with a big bump on his forehead.

Zhao Guang looked at Oldman Zeng quietly with a bit of sympathy on his face.

And the East Ocean elders standing behind Zhao Guang all had pity in their eyes.

It was pathetic. Not only was the 16 senior elders and the Crown Prince of West Ocean held hostage by the East Ocean Dragon Palace, but he had hit the only disciple of Qiu Niu, one of the ancestors of the Dragon Tribe.

Gritting his teeth, Little Daoist Zhen didn't speak; he held his cheek and looked up at Oldman Zeng with hatred.

"Humph!" Oldman Zeng was still angry. "Even a little kid of East Ocean dares to look at me this way! Do you really think you are invincible?"

Zhao Guang cleared his throat. "Elder Zeng, the kid is not from our East Ocean."