"Give me face?"

Luan Tianhe smiled, leaned back on the dragon chair, squinted his eyes, looked at the two of them, and said lazily: "What qualifications do you have to give me face?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he completely disappeared on the dragon chair.

The next moment, he appeared directly in front of the two of them and grabbed him with one palm.

The old man's pupils shrank and his body remained motionless, completely imprisoned by the powerful aura.

However, the man behind him, wrapped in a black robe, lightly stretched out a hand and collided with Luan Tianhe's big hand.

The palm contact was silent, but an invisible wave erupted, and the old man was directly thrown away.

Kick, kick, kick...

Luan Tianhe took a dozen steps back before regaining his balance.

He looked at the man in black robes in shock. He was actually... not moving at all.

"Who are you?

How can there be a strong person like you in Beizhou?"

"This is our strength in Beizhou."
Chapter completed!