"Aaaah!"
The man screamed as he flew over 100 meters away, slamming hard onto the ground.
"Rong Xing!"
An old man with a head full of white hair hurried over to check on his injuries.
"Grandfather, he dared to throw me, I will kill him!"
Rong Xing had fallen face-first, almost breaking a front tooth, and his hatred gnashed his teeth.
"Presumptuous!"
The current Rong Clan Patriarch's brows furrowed, sternly berating him.
"Star, don't make trouble."
The white-haired old man cast a fearful glance at some place in the void, then glared at his own grandson, displeased, as he pulled him up from the ground.
"Why do you all blame me?"
Rong Xing shook off his grandfather's hand and complained indignantly: "I'm the Rong Clan's young patriarch, Rong Li has already been abandoned, he's just a monster."
"Second brother, take him away."
The Rong Clan Patriarch's face was gloomy and coldly scolded: "Don't let him come again, continue to make trouble."
"Yes."