"You said that this Yu General is really so awesome? Is he only fourteen years old?" Shangguan Ling Yun questioned. On May 5th, Lin Nanfeng just celebrated his fourteen-year birthday, but it was too low-key.
"Since the Demon Lord said he was powerful, then it's definitely not wrong. We still need to be a little more cautious," said the middle-aged man.
Shangguan Ling Yun laughed a little disdainfully, and then said, "Jialiang, I think you're a little too careful. With the Demon Lord here, why are you afraid of a child like him? After all, he's still wet behind the ears. How powerful can his kung fu be? Humph, he's really whimsical. How dare he come to B City to behave atrociously. The White Gang? Ridiculous, he can't withstand a blow from our Blood Killing Sect at all."
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