"Bang!"
Ling Chen unleashed a burst of Spiritual Power, shattering the severed finger, then grabbed the storage ring in his hand.
"This is a lesson for you!"
Ling Chen smirked, "If there's a next time, I wouldn't mind sending you on your way."
As the descendants of the Eight Great Families, Ling Chen dared not be too ruthless, but when it came to people from other forces, he was absolutely fearless.
Having said that, under the astonished gaze of the onlookers, Ling Chen returned to Zi Lingyang's side.
Only then did the Green Robed Man manage to stand up, his body trembling from the pain and humiliation of the lost finger, his face twisted with a grim expression and his eyes filled with spite.
Only when stepped upon by Ling Chen in the mud did he realize his strength was no match for Ling Chen's.
"Young Master Jiang, you must make this right for me!"
The Green Robed Man looked to Jiang Wusheng.
