Xu Wendong's expression was cold and stern; a snort burst from his nose, sharp as a blade of ice: "Hmph, today I really want to see just what kind of 'Divine beings' you lot are, that you dare be this arrogant, to openly commit violence in broad daylight beneath this clear sky. Do you truly think there is no one in this world who can rein you in?"
Hearing this, a chilling gleam flashed through the old man's turbid eyes, like ghostfire suddenly flaring in the depths of the night.
He slowly straightened that long-hunched spine of his, like a withered tree suddenly meeting spring and stretching its branches anew, his chin lifting high.
The arrogance on his face overflowed beyond words as he shouted in a voice that seemed able to pierce the Soul, loud and ringing: "This old man changes neither his name when walking nor his surname when sitting—Shangguan Hong, at your service!"
