The moment Mo Qi spoke, not only was Feng Liang enraged, but even Feng Lun, who had thought so highly of him, had his expression turn grim.
'What does he mean?'
'Our Feng Family's ancestors can't withstand a single bow from you? Fine! We admit you're talented and your methods are powerful. You defeated Huangfu Yu. You can even go a few rounds with an Immortal. But your words are far too arrogant! You're showing no respect for the Feng Family whatsoever!'
"How audacious!" Feng Liang roared. "A mere mortal dares to look down on the ancestors of my Feng Family!"
"I'd like to see what you're made of, to dare spout such shameless nonsense!"
With that, Feng Liang splayed his fingers and swiped down toward Mo Qi's head.
It was an extremely humiliating gesture, a sign that Feng Liang held Mo Qi in complete contempt and believed he could crush him at will.
Feng Lun didn't stop him.
