"Ye Feixiong, aren't you a little too hot-tempered?"

Behind Luo Xiangcai, a middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing stepped out. He walked with a majestic gait and was surrounded by a faintly discernible golden whirlwind, which made people feel that he was unfathomable.

Obviously, this person had the highest status in the group of people from the God-slaying Sect, and the others were crowded around him.

"Haha, I was wondering why Luo Xiangcai, a ...