"Okay."
The members of the Tiger Sect nodded and headed towards Ye Luo with a sinister look on their faces.
"Kid, you dared to offend Young Master Pang, it's just your bad luck."
These men clenched their fists and approached Ye Luo. Like others who had offended Young Master Pang and then were beaten cripple, this wasn't their first time laying their hands. They believed that Ye Luo was no different from the others they had previously incapacitated.
But as soon as they threw their punches at Ye Luo, they realized they were terribly wrong.
Bang, bang, bang!
With a sweep of his hand, a terrifying strength surged out, and these guys were sent flying, even knocking Pang Qing to the ground.
The men spat out blood, their faces pale and their bodies convulsing.
"Get lost!"
Ye Luo commanded coldly.
"Kid, do you know who these people are? They are from the Tiger Sect of the Zhonghai underground force. You dared to hit them, you're done for!"