Lin Fei chuckled, "Ah, Zhang Da Dao, why are you speaking such harsh truths? It's precisely because your Purple Mountain Sect couldn't contain me that I came up the mountain to mock you; otherwise, I wouldn't have even made it past the foot of the mountain."
The mocking voice reverberated across the plaza, making Zhang Da Dao snort coldly, a long sword suddenly appearing in his hand, "Alright, let me test what makes Lin Fei so arrogant."
Zhang Da Dao could no longer tolerate it. After all, he was the Sect Leader of the Purple Mountain Sect, and to be humiliated by a young kid on his own turf was a slap in the face. If he couldn't discipline Lin Fei, how could he hold his head high in front of his disciples in the future?
Moreover, in Zhang Da Dao's eyes, Lin Fei was merely an ordinary disciple of the Beidou Sect. Even if he was a disciple of a Dou Sect Master, he shouldn't be too formidable.
That's why he said he wanted to teach Lin Fei a lesson, to show Lin Fei his prowess.
