"So, we're done talking?"
Zheng Yi's firm refusal made Qi Yun shrug his shoulders as he slowly began to roll up his sleeves.
"What, you want to fight me?"
Seeing Qi Yun's posture, a smile spread across Zheng Yi's face.
"Very well. Then allow your Senior Brother to test your Cultivation!"
"Test?" Slowly raising his eyes, Qi Yun sneered. As he formed a Spell with his hands, a sudden breeze swept through the grotto.
"Test your mother!"
Qi Yun took a step forward and, with a BANG, his entire body exploded, dissolving into countless invisible streams of wind that instantly merged with the cavern's chaotic airflow.
Zhou Hao had already triggered the traps in this place, rendering the so-called gates of life and death useless.
Despite Qi Yun's insult, the smile on Zheng Yi's face only grew wider.
'Which Demon Sect Cultivator hadn't clawed their way up through filth and profanity?'
