Yao Sen's fists clenched tightly together, and his face, lowered in defeat, twisted in anguish.
He roared hysterically in his heart.
"Boy, just you wait, I will repay the humiliation you've inflicted upon me tenfold, a hundredfold."
At that moment, a voice like that of a demon entered his ears, "What's the matter? Are you thinking about how to take your revenge on me?"
"You…" Yao Sen's complexion changed over and over again, he had not expected Lin Feng to have guessed his thoughts so clearly.
Yao Sen suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and an endless sense of fear arose within him— he was truly afraid Lin Feng would kill him.
But soon, that demonic voice spoke again, "Creatures like you, Agou and Amao, I can't be bothered to lift a finger; it would dirty my hands. I'm currently looking to heighten my combat power by finding a worthy opponent to duel. If you seek revenge, bring the expert behind you here. I will wait for him. As for now, you can scram."