"You dare, you little thief!" Fan Wujie roared in fury, unable to restrain himself any longer as he quickly charged forward, aiming a palm strike at Su Yang.
At that moment, Su Yang was too depleted of strength and did not dare to forcefully resist, only to be pushed back several steps by Fan Wujie's palm strike.
Seeing the state Ge Kaiyang was in, Fan Wujie became even more enraged, bellowing, "I'll kill you!"
Preparing to strike with ferocious momentum, Lü Donglin and Drunken Monk simultaneously rushed to Su Yang's side at that moment.
"What, can't win on your own so you're all ganging up now?" Lü Donglin said coldly, "Did you think we don't have anyone on our side?"
"Amitabha, Benefactor Fan, looking for a fight, are you?" Drunken Monk slowly uttered.
Upon seeing these two, Fan Wujie's eyebrows knit together tightly, he shouted, "This is between him and me, none of your business, scram!"
