Atop the mountain peak, Wei Fan's expression turned cold: "You permit the people from Desert Martial Alliance to kill me, but won't allow me to kill? You've targeted the wrong person with your tyranny."
"I'll give Desert Martial Alliance a piece of advice too—tell your people not to provoke me again, or whoever offends me, I will annihilate their entire sect!"
"What do you think you two old fogeys are, to deserve to give me advice?"
This isn't just flaunting seniority; the grudge between him and the sects under Desert Martial Alliance was never initiated by him, but rather they came to kill him and snatch the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill, only to be counter-killed by him.
If these two understood even a bit of reason, they wouldn't have uttered such words.
"Arrogant brat!"
Upon hearing that, not only did Mist Smoke Sect's Grand Elder get infuriated, even the usually mild-tempered Changchun Palace's Sect Leader couldn't bear it.
