Super Student's Three-realms Army

This was especially so now. After continuously defeating several challengers who wanted to challenge him, he naturally became arrogant and rampant. He no longer had any intention of restraining himself even after he raised his hand.    

Seeing this, Chu Guanghee also asked the old man in the royal blue suit, who was sitting beside him with his eyes closed.    

"Elder Huang, do you need me to help you? We can't let Shao Wenqiang's men steal all the limelight, right …"    

The old man in Tang suit, who was addressed as Elder Huang by Chu Guanghee, had his eyelids slightly raised as he spoke in a mocking tone.    

"A mere Tenth Perfection warrior dares to talk nonsense here. I really don't know how high the sky is or how thick the ground is!"    

Just as he finished his sentence, Huang Hande slammed the table and jumped up from the ground. His figure shot out like an arrow and with a flash, he appeared on the arena.    

"I am Huang Hande. I am here to seek your advice —!"    

Soong Haiqing narrowed his eyes as he saw the old man in the Tang suit fly into the arena.    

"Old man, if you know what's good for you, then you should hurry up and leave. I don't want to mess with you."    

"What if, I can't afford to pay for the funeral after hitting you with one punch …"    

Although Soong Haiqing said it politely on the surface, the mockery in his words was obvious.    

However, Huang Hande's expression did not change in the face of Soong Haiqing's mockery. However, a faint trace of anger appeared in the depths of his eyes.    

"Hmph …" "You are just a warrior of the Great Perfection of the Bright Force, yet your tone is so arrogant."    

"Today, this old man will let you know what it means to have someone more powerful than you!"    

When the last word "Sky" was spoken, Huang Hande stepped heavily on the stage with one foot on the ground.    

"Ka-cha!"    

With Huang Hande's stomp, the arena immediately cracked. Cracks started to spread out from where Huang Hande's foot landed, like a spider web.    

The moment Huang Hande stepped out, the expression of Soong Haiqing, who did not seem to care at first, suddenly changed!    

As the saying goes, an expert knows whether or not he will succeed the moment he makes a move.    

Looking at Huang Hande's momentum from one stomp, it was unknown how many times stronger he was than Soong Haiqing!    

"Young Lin Twelfth Street?!"    

The black-clothed man sitting beside Xiang Nantian narrowed his eyes. A solemn expression involuntarily surfaced on his face as he said this.    

"Master Zheng, what were you saying just now?!"    

Because Zheng Qianyu had been whispering earlier and the environment was very noisy, Xiang Nantian couldn't hear what Zheng Qianyu had just said clearly for a moment.    

"The arena battle organized by Ma Wanchuan is really a crouching tiger and hidden dragon. Who would have thought that even the true disciple of Young Master Lin XII has appeared here!"    

The black-clothed man inhaled a deep breath of air. An eager expression also flashed across his eyes …