Even those who refused to give him face had been killed by his Iron Fan and Silver Sword, and for many years now there had been no situation as embarrassing as this.
Yet at this moment, not just he, but all the elites around him were probably beating drums in their hearts.
With this thought, Iron Fan Silver Sword Yu Cheng's face turned the color of pig liver, and, gritting his teeth, he still mustered the courage to step forward, blocking the way and looking extremely serious towards Jiang Dali. Holding the Iron Fan in one hand and about to speak with a fist salute,
Boom!
An intimidating momentum suddenly burst forth.
Jiang Dali's massive burly body charged forward like a dragon and a tiger, and seeing someone daring to block his path, he let out a furious roar and suddenly struck with his palm!
"Good dogs don't stand in the way, get the hell out of my way!"
Roar!!