Crispy Face slapping

The crowd parted as a young man clad in luxurious clothes walked forward, holding a glass of wine. Jun Tianyun's face twitched when he saw him.

" Third rate villains really can't stop themselves."

Jun Tianyun sighed in his heart. The young man was none other than Xue Ming, the cousin of Xue Feng.

" Xue Ming?! You are here??"

Xue Feng's expression turned dark when he saw Xue Ming. Jun Tianyun could see the astral projection of Xue Feng as his murderous aura shot up.

" Xue Ming, You are probably surprised to see me alive, right?" Xue Feng sneered.

" Well, Don't you know? It's really ha jird to kill a cockroach. But well, You need to smash it and turn it into a paste. Only then it will die." Xue Ming smiled.

" Haha, The mighty young master of the Xue clan surely sees me in high regard. Why not have a one-on-one match?"

" Trash! You were just working as a part-time worker in a small store a month ago. You think you can fight me, A High stage Martial Apprentice?" Xue Ming sneered.