You can’t afford to offend my master.

When Fang Ming transmigrated to the Primordial World, he encountered a system that did not care about him at all. It summoned nine masters for Fang Ming and he fell into a deep sleep.

Just as Fang Ming was cursing, he realized how awesome his nine masters were.

The Great Master was wrapped in a ball of purple light, and his identity was unknown.

The second master was holding an axe and clamoring that he could defeat ten people with his strength.

Each of the nine masters was more mysterious than the last. Fang Ming guessed the identities of the nine masters and embarked on a path of biting off on his masters.

"Hongjun, are you very awesome? Come, come, compete with my second master. Eh, old Hongjun, why did you run away when you saw my second master…"