C780 Wrath of the Half Immortal

Yan Pojun stood with his hands behind his back in the air, looking down on everyone. Even though he had long since looked down on all sorts of things that happened in the mortal world, this old man who had been famous for a hundred years still enjoyed the worship of the people.

"Yan Half Immortal!" Just then, Lu Fanfeng suddenly said.

It was only three simple words