บท 645: Wind-Thunder Extreme Light Shuttling Art

Inside a deep hall in the Blackwind Demonic Wolf Clan, Wolf Fang had a look of indignation.

"Old Ancestor! With your strength, killing that brat is as easy as blowing away dust! Why do this?! Ten years of cultivation!" Wolf Fang roared.

Slap!

One slap from Lang Hun directly smacked Wolf Fang flying out.

"Who gave you the nerve to speak to me like that?" Lang Hun expression fell slightly as he said.

Half of Wolf Fang's face was swollen high up. He covered his face, disbelief was written all over his face.

He was the Blackwind Demonic Wolves Clan's darling. Old Ancestor had always valued him highly. But this time, Old Ancestor actually wasted ten years of his cultivation because of Ye Yuan. This made him unable to comprehend.

Only at this instance did Wolf Fang recall that his own old ancestor was not a nice person to deal with.

It was just that so many years of indulgence towards him made him forget this fact.