Once the wok had smashed the serpent-man elder into bits, Bu Fang's aura, which was already considered imposing, became overwhelming. The Black Turtle Constellation Wok hovered above Bu Fang's palm as he graced the serpent-men with a cold gaze.
"I hadn't expected Bu Fang to be this overbearing and smash an elder into paste over a little remark. His temper is slightly similar to this Lord Dog's."
Yu Feng's expression had long since turned ugly, and the serpent-men elders behind him were all enraged and glared at Bu Fang in indignation.
Unexpectedly, Bu Fang had dared to wantonly kill one of their clansmen—in front of them. Moreover, he had killed a seventh grade Battle-Saint. This showed that he looked down on their tribe.
