"Let go of me!"
Han Chen didn't fight back but instead stared coldly into Chen Taiji's eyes.
Chen Taiji, breathing out the smell of alcohol, looked at Han Chen with a disdainful expression, "Kid, I am the chief disciple of the Dragon and Tiger Sect. Who among the various sects doesn't give me face? What are you? If you weren't a disciple of the Five Immortals Temple, you wouldn't count for anything!"
Provoked by Chen Taiji's words, Han Chen slapped him on the shoulder. Chen Taiji felt an intense pain in his shoulder, hastily let go, and staggered several steps backward before he stabilized himself.
"You've got guts, kid! Daring to make a move! Very well! Today, let's let you see the prowess of my Dragon and Tiger Sect's Dragon and Tiger Fist!"
