Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

"Bang!"

Guo Jianglong smashed the chair his lackey had moved over into pieces, preparing to sit.

Ye Qingfeng’s actions were like a ruthless slap across Guo Jianglong’s face.

To him, on his own turf.

Ye Qingfeng had the audacity to crush his brother-in-law without uttering a single word.

If this wasn’t provocation, what was?

"Hack... kill... him!"

Guo Jianglong waved his hand without the slightest hesitation.

And the hundreds, even thousands, of thugs behind him.

Pulled out machetes from their waists.

It was obvious.

Guo Jianglong had given the word.