Just him?
Lin Xuan looked at the Seven-Star Grandmaster with disdain. He didn't take the opponent seriously at all.
"Boy, aren't you being too arrogant?" Ouyang Aotian sneered. "Do you think you can ignore everything just because you're a Tier-4 Alchemy Master? No matter how strong you are, you can't defeat a Seven-Star Grandmaster. Hand over the Anomalous Fire now, or don't blame me for being discourteous."
"A frog in a well, how could you know the extent of my strength?" Lin Xuan shook his head.
Ouyang Aotian's patience ran out. He waved his hand at the middle-aged man and commanded, "Suppress him."
The middle-aged man stepped forward, stretching out a massive hand and slapping it toward Lin Xuan. His palm enlarged, resembling a mountain as it enveloped his target. In his eyes, suppressing Lin Xuan was as easy as flipping his hand.
Lin Xuan simply threw a punch.
BANG!
