“Call an alchemist!” Zhao Tianjian saw that there was a chance of his son’s arm going useless.
“Youngster! What is the meaning of this?” Zhao Tianjian had murderous in his eyes as he looked towards Zhao Feng.
The aura of the sixth rank of the martial path caused great pressure bearing towards Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng felt as if the air had been frozen. Every word he spoke would cost him a lot of energy. He was lucky that he had his own inner strength to fight against Zhao Tianjian’s aura.
Peh! Peh!