Luo Juewu was the Third Prince of the Daluo Kingdom, accustomed to being high and mighty, accustomed to people fawning over him. When Zhaang Ye rejected his invitation without a moment's hesitation, his temper flared, and he began to threaten him.
THUMP!
As Luo Juewu spoke, the black-clothed middle-aged man with unfathomably deep cultivation suddenly stepped forward. An aura like a towering mountain instantly rumbled toward Zhaang Ye, threatening to crush him.
Zhaang Ye felt the man's aura and was secretly shocked. 'This man's cultivation is even more formidable than the white-clothed man's from three days ago.'
Despite his shock, Zhaang Ye possessed the Wind Realm. 'If I can't win, I can always run. There's no need to worry too much.' He released his own aura to counter the middle-aged man's and sneered, "Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit? What a joke. What gives you the right, what gives you the power, to punish me?"
