334 Celestial Spell Formation

"Look, you old fart, you're the ones who started chasing me. That's what started this whole thing." Meng Hao's eyes flickered with coldness as he proceeded onward. Off to the side, Patriarch Rubicund whistled toward him.

The man gave a cold snort, then increased his speed. "Stealing auction items is a high crime! Then you used depraved tricks to steal our wealth! You're a disgrace to the Black Lands, which earns you the death penalty!" Behind him, Patriarch Pockmarks' eyes were darkly sinister. Further back, the rest of the Cultivators were all looking at Meng Hao with intense killing intent.

"Your Cultivation base is in the late Core Formation stage, and yet after three days you've been unable to catch up to a paltry early Core Formation Cultivator like me? How do you have the face to raise such a ruckus?" Meng Hao also increased his speed.