The Sun hung high in the sky, shedding down an infinite amount of light that brightened the mountain range.
Ling Xian held onto his spear. Though he had no Qi to manipulate, his strong desire to kill crumbled even the clouds in the sky.
His killer's intent shot through the cloud and engulfed the entire area.
The atmosphere of this place turned heavy.
"You piece of sh!t who doesn't know any better!"
The elder with blond hair coldly smiled. "You are merely a piece of trash and you dare to provoke the roc kind. You sure are impatient to die."
"Since I am already standing here, then we cannot avoid a battle. Is it that meaningful to say such useless things?"
The corner of Ling Xian's lips curled up. His spear pointed right at the elder's brows and in a cold voice, he said, "Call out that old piece of sh!t who attacked the Wan Jian House back then. You are not the one I am looking for."
"You want my brother? You have to get through me first."