Chapter 942: The Hundredth-Ranked Trash

At those words, veins bulged across Dong Ping's forehead, rage burning in his eyes, almost palpable. He didn't care whether Lan Xiang lived or died. Her standing in the Poison Sect was low; she was only half a step into the Saint Realm. He'd brought her along for amusement, nothing more. What he truly despised was being made a fool of. His aura surged-a tidal pressure bearing down on Benjamin Shaw. Their clash had already drawn a crowd. Onlookers called out: "That aura-Saint Realm, fourth stage!" "He's...