The long-bearded elder flew into a rage. In all his long years, no one had ever called him an "old bastard," much less dared to say something like, "Who the hell do you think you are?" to his face.
"Brat, I'm going to kill you!" The long-bearded elder's face twisted into a savage expression. True Qi surged from his body like a hurricane as threads of Innate True Qi sliced through the void, causing the air for thousands of feet around him to roil violently.
Zhaang Ye watched the long-bearded elder with a wry smile, his expression completely unfazed.
"Hm?" The long-bearded elder was slightly taken aback by Zhaang Ye's nonchalant demeanor. Just then, several figures suddenly flew out from Great Rong City, some thirty miles away. A voice traveled across the vast distance, calling out, "Fourth Elder, please stay your hand!"
