He could never have imagined that this worthless grandson could actually catch his arm with his bare hands and hold on tightly, unable to free himself from Lin Yi's Five Fingers Mountain.
"Insolence, let go of me right now!"
Lin Aotian's face changed, and he roared angrily.
"Grandpa, why are you so agitated? I'm helping you here!" Lin Yi said with a cheeky grin. "Grandpa, you're at the peak of the Martial King Realm now. Without using an external object, you probably wouldn't be able to beat a third-level martial master, right?"
"You... you are humiliating me!" Lin Aotian trembled with anger.
"Haha... I'm not, I'm just telling the truth. Aren't you scared?" Lin Yi mocked with a laugh.
"I... I..." Lin Aotian trembled with rage, a mouthful of fresh blood spewing out, his face deathly pale.
Seeing this, Lin Yi coldly laughed, "Grandpa, you're really something, a strong Martial King being infuriated to the point of spitting blood by me, haha..."
"You... you..."