Leng Jiufeng’s Power, How Dare You Injure a Member of My Spiritual Sword Tribe?
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Insolent old fool!"
Leng Jiufeng's face turned extremely grim when he heard the Frost Tribe Leader's words. The freezing qi around his body began to surge, causing the surrounding void to freeze.
The Frost Tribe Leader did not care and replied with a cold smile, "The Frost Tribe's forefather was once abandoned by your tribe like he was nothing. Yet now, you're asking our tribe to rejoin yours? What do you take the Frost Tribe for? Mere mongrels to obey your every command? Who's the insolent one now? Well, I'm pretty sure it's not me!"
"It seems like you're not going to hand over the Frost Sword Physique today."
"The host of the Frost Sword Physique is going to the Spiritual Sword Tribe to further her cultivation. The likes of you lot have no right to even touch her!" said the Frost Tribe Leader firmly.
"Oh, is that so? What if I still decide to take her away today?"
"I'd like to see you try."