章節 1545: Bitter Suffering

"You bastard! Did you just say that Master Feng won't be able to stay cool for more than three seconds?!" scolded Fang Yin while glaring at Chen Xiaobei.

"Elder Shijie. You shouldn't care too much about what he said of Master Feng! Clearly, he's simply jealous right now!" said the disciples of Ancient Tomb Faction.

"Me? Jealous of him?" Chen Xiaobei snorted while trying to hold on to his laughter.

"Yes! You are indeed jealous of him! Master Feng has a better background, position, cultivation, and he looks better than you too!"

Swoosh!

Before the female disciples could finish their sentence, Feng Bucun had already landed his Skytrembler Sword on the doors.

BAM!

A blinding light could be seen as the sword landed on the door. To their surprise, the doors managed to block the attack which sent Feng Bucun flying off with a great force.

Ouch…

Ouch…