Fierce Battle
"Oh? What are you going to do then?" The white figure turned around and said with a chuckle.
It was at this moment, Yun Lintian could see the white figure's features clearly. This was a man in his twenties, but of course, his actual age shouldn't be lower than a hundred years. His brows were sharp and long, and there was a hint of arrogance in the depth of his eyes. His entire body seemed to radiate with a sense of superiority, as though everyone here was nothing in his eyes.
"What am I going to do?" Yun Lintian smiled coldly. He grabbed the White Dragon spear and said. "Of course, I will make you take responsibility for this."
The man in white stared at Yun Lintian for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Hahaha! You are funny. A mere Origin Profound trash like you going to make me, Lin Wuwei, take responsibility? Are you sure there's no hole in your head?"