"Hahaha, the Dog Tribe Venerable is really appropriate. The follower of the three young masters of the Netherworld will become the guard dog of this tavern. This metaphor of the young master is really appropriate!" Xue Zhengxin's follower Venerables smiled with a teasing expression on their faces.

The lion tribe is also considered a noble race among all races in the underworld.

Now the Lion Clan Venerable is actually called the Dog Clan Venerable by Xue Zhengxin. This humiliation made the Lion Clan Venerable angry. The Lion Clan Venerable's fists were clenched, and the angry flames turned into powerful combat power and surged in his body.

The two eyes of the Lion Clan Venerable were as if they were on fire, staring at Xue Zhengxin tightly, her teeth clattered loudly, and she wanted to tear Xue Zhengxin into pieces now.

However, the Lion Clan Venerable dared not act rashly.

The guy in front of him is a descendant of the Blood Domain Lord, and there are hundreds of powerful people at the level of the Venerables around him. If the Lion Clan Venerable cannot stand this humiliation and Xue Zhengxin, then he will be bombarded into pieces in a few seconds.

Like the Lion Tribe Venerable, there are also hundreds of refugees from the refugees who are watching on both sides of the bar street. These refugees are generally low in strength, and their strength is around six or seven levels of disciples, and only a few are at the level of Venerables.

But whether it is a disciple or a venerable, they know that they have the same name, that is, refugees.

Now that the refugees are humiliated, their faces are also lost.

One prospers and one loses.

There may be various struggles within the refugees in the refugee land, but when people from the underworld are insulting the refugee supreme, their hearts are full of anger. How much they hope in their hearts are that someone can stand up and endorse the refugee city!

The Lion Clan Venerable saw Liu Jimeng in the crowd.

It is obvious that Liu Jimeng heard Xue Zhengxin's words just now. At this time, Liu Jimeng's expression was also ugly. It seems that Liu Jimeng might have an attack at any time.

The Lion Clan Venerable shook his head slightly at Liu Jimeng and signaled Liu Jimeng not to act rashly.

"This is the refugee city. There is nothing the third young master of the Netherworld. Even if you are a descendant of the Blood Domain Lord, please pay attention to your words! You can insult me, but please don't insult our respected refugee supreme!" said the master.

"Hahaha!" Xue Zhengxin said with a crazy laugh: "Insult you? You don't piss around and see what you are? A lowly thing like you, a dog, deserves to insult me?"

"Also, I don't want to say what I said again. Don't scare me that refugee supreme old dog, and don't know if the old dog is really dead or blown to death. I, Xue Zhengxin, don't go to trouble the old dog, thank God, will he dare to die by himself?"

"Now, it will disappear in front of my eyes immediately, otherwise..." Xue Zhengxin said with a sneer.

At this moment, a powerful pressure fell from the sky and instantly it was over Xue Zhengxin. Xue Zhengxin, a powerful man who had just broken through to the level one of the Venerable, could not resist the pressure and fell to the ground with a thud.

A commotion immediately came from the crowd watching.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The figures kept flashing, and in a blink of an eye, fifty or sixty powerful venerables appeared on the street in front of the bar.

"Look, look, it's our city lord, Venerable Liu You!"

"There are the supreme refugees! Our supreme master is still alive..."

"These barbarians in the underworld are too arrogant. The refugee supreme will definitely teach these barbarians a lesson!"

The onlookers were filled with excited expressions on their faces, and the crowd moved forward a few meters involuntarily.

"Sir, Father..." Liu Jimeng said to herself in a low voice with tears in her eyes.

The smell of wine on the refugee supreme had not yet dissipated, and his clothes were a little messy, but this did not affect his status among refugees in the refugee city, especially the powerful pressure released by him, which made Xue Zhengxin kneel down to the ground, and all the refugees present couldn't help but applaud.

The supreme refugee's gaze slowly swept across everyone, his eyes were cold, like a sharp blade unsheathed. The refugees had just walked a few steps forward, but they couldn't help but retreated back.

Walking in front of Xue Zhengxin who was kneeling on the ground, he released the powerful aura of the superior. He looked at Xue Zhengxin and sneered, "It seems that the old dog you just mentioned is me? Now this old dog is in front of you, coming to die!"

When he said this, the pressure exerted by the refugee supreme on Xue Zhengxin suddenly increased. Xue Zhengxin knelt on the ground, supported his hands on the ground, barely supporting his body so that he would not be completely pressed down. However, there was no fear on his face. When he saw the refugee supreme, Xue Zhengxin showed ridicule.

Xue Zhengxin raised his head and looked at the refugee supreme. Then his gaze slowly swept over Liu You. The venerables brought by the refugee supreme, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "Is this the strength of your Supreme Mansion? Are there only a few venerables? It's not enough to see at all!"

"It's not enough? I, the Supreme Refuge, is here to deal with you little fish and shrimps! No matter whether you are a descendant of the Domain Lord or the descendant of the Emperor, as long as you are in my refugee land, you must abide by the rules of our refugee land. What you do today makes me angry. If I don't do anything to you, then I, the Supreme Refuge, will really become the old dog you call!" The Supreme Refuge said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the refugee supreme suddenly attacked Xue Zhengxin. His palm was like a flash of lightning to Xue Zhengxin's cheek. If he was really hit, it would be unknown how much white teeth in Xue Zhengxin's mouth could leave behind.

The Supreme Refugee is to let Xue Zhengxin know that the Lord and the Emperor are not good at using it in the battlefield of death. The real one is his second-level powerful master.

Seeing that the palm of the refugee supreme was about to twitch the face of Xue Zhengxin, the refugee supreme suddenly felt a few strange energy fluctuations coming from beside him.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Three consecutive figures flashed in front of the refugee supreme. Two of the Venerables with sharp horns on their heads were quick-eyed and their hands were quick, and they directly reached out to grab the refugee supreme's left and right arms.

A venerable stretched out his hand to lift Xue Zhengxin up, turned around and smiled at the refugee supreme, saying, "If you want to touch my young master, have you asked us the wishes of our current subordinates?"

A shocked expression appeared in the refugee supreme's eyes.

At the same level as the Venerable, the energy fluctuations in the three Venerables in front of him were no worse than his.
Chapter completed!