บท 1284: Dong Hu

Upon hearing Dong Qiu's words, Yang Hui could not help but preen his feathers proudly.

"Hmph! Even the Martial Emperor Stage is separated into many levels." Right at this moment, he emitted a low grunt. The voice was filled with disdain and the proud smile that had just appeared on Yang Hui's face froze right away.

Yang Hui's gaze instantly landed on the bald, middle-aged man who was clad in a tiger pelt behind Dong Qiu right away.

He was the one who had made the remark earlier.

Standing there, the bald man was glaring at Duan Ling Tian with scorn in his eyes.

"Dong Qiu, it looks like Little Hu is terribly confident in his own abilities." Yang Hui did not get riled up. Instead, he looked at Dong Qiu with a smirk.