“I guess we’re a perfect match now,” Qi-Fu-Er said politely, but her voice could cut through Ma-Lei’s flesh…
“How could you say it’s a perfect match?” Ma-Lei wiped off the sweat on his forehead while complaining…
Ma-Lei was upset because his troop could not compete with the Tian-Tang clan now. The moment Qi-Fu-Er appeared, the situation turned upside down…
“Do you want to go against the Cult of Birdy Holy Fiery Heaven!?” Ma-Lei rushed to mention the Cult of Birdy Holy Fiery Heaven when he realized that he could not defeat the Tian-Tang clan…
“The Cult of Birdy Holy Fiery Heaven!?”
Ma-Lei’s statement put the people in the clan down once again because they knew that the cult was one of the biggest on the continent. To have a problem with them was like ants provoking an angry elephant…