Talking about Dreams over Boiled Wine

[Explosive and thrilling, read by thousands] He was the Magic Shadow Assassin, he was the King of Soldiers!
The favored son of a mysterious special forces unit, he lay low in the metropolis for a mission that could not be disclosed.
With a pair of iron fists, he fought through the Demons and Ghosts lurking in every dark corner.
With a Military Spike in his hand, he shattered the survival laws of the urban jungle.
I am the Warrior King of the jungle; in the city, I, too, am King.
The stunning landlady said, "Yang Fei, you scoundrel, pay up the eight hundred you owe me for the rent before you come here bragging!"

Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

However, the old man simply waved his hand casually and deflected Yang Fei's aggressive attacks.


After blocking a few moves, he suddenly leaped lightly and landed on a huge boulder.


Then he heard the elder laugh bitterly, "No need to fight anymore, I've lost."


As soon as these words were spoken, everyone exclaimed in surprise.


"How is that possible? Great Uncle Master is a peer from the same era as the Martial God; how could he lose?"


"My God, this monster is too powerful."


The old man seemed not to hear the crowd's astonishment.


He said indifferently, "Fists fear the vigor of youth, and if we continued, I would no longer have the strength."


As he spoke, the rosy hue on his face suddenly vanished, turning sallow and withered.


Moreover, his waist bent down further, appearing even more frail and decrepit than before.


The old man looked at Yang Fei with a calm expression.


Chapter 472: Pretending to be Profound (Seventh Update)