The short-haired middle-aged man's hands trembled as he touched his bloated stomach, feeling nothing but endless humiliation. He had spent his whole life bullying others; when had he ever been force-fed a bellyful of stinking swamp mud? The overwhelming shame made his face flush a deep crimson, like a boiled lobster.
"Ah!" Overcome by a rush of blood to his head, the short-haired middle-aged man cried out and fainted.
"Your methods are truly domineering!" Lingruo Sea's voice traveled from afar. With every word that reached Zhaang Ye, he drew closer. Shortly after the four words were spoken, the man had already crossed a distance of five or six li, appearing before Zhaang Ye.
It turned out that when Lingruo Sea saw Zhaang Ye effortlessly defeat two Martial Arts Seventh Layer experts in quick succession, he was greatly astonished and had rushed over.
Lingruo Sea stared at Zhaang Ye with a sinister grin and said, "Brat, do you have any idea who we are?"
