Following closely behind was Yu Wencheng riding the Chasing Wind, holding the Fangtian Halberd and pointing at Jiang Hong, "All of you, get lost!"
Jiang Hong was slightly taken aback because he didn't understand why the other party suddenly appeared from the ground, then he burst into laughter.
"Two low-level brats with almost no cultivation dares to act presumptuously in front of me. Believe it or not, I can make you vanish in a puff of smoke with just a flick of my finger."
Although Xiang Yu and Yu Wencheng were extremely brave during their lifetime, in the eyes of the Hidden Cultivator, their strength was indeed insignificant, even as fragile as a blade of grass.
Some of Jiang Hong's junior brothers were eager to move: "Brother Jiang, there's no need to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut; why not let us handle these two guys for practice?"
"Alright." Jiang Hong nodded, "Beat them to death for me!"
