"Ling Han, are you still living in the past?" Sheng Haiyuan asked disdainfully.
Ling Han shrugged, and said, "Seeing that you were quite polite to Song Lan just now, I had planned to leave you with a complete corpse, but since you insist on courting death, I can only smash you into a shower of blood with a single punch."
"Haha, I discovered that though your strength has declined, your mouth is still as bad as before!" Sheng Haiyuan laughed loudly.
Everyone nodded. Those who had heard of Ling Han's reputation all knew that he, the large black dog and the little azure dragon were all the type to drive people to death with their curses. All of them had sharp mouths.
Ling Han crooked a finger at him, "Make your move. I do not have the time to waste on a minor character."
"Damn it!" Sheng Haiyuan roared furiously, and finally made his move.