C525 A Strong Martial Artist from the Beast-sect

"Pooh pooh pooh..."

Zhan Tianming spat continuously, as if he had just eaten a fly.

"Why should I f * ck a lizard? How disgusting! I'm not Dong Yong, Xu Xian, Ning Caichen, uh... Alright, I'm not Falling Eleven either! So, I won't fuck your ancestors anymore... But I must f * ck your Lizard Race's ancestral graves all over."

"F * ck, you dare threaten me?"

Ivan