"If you really want to deal with me, go call out your clan's old ancestor…"
After that round of cursing, Fang Xing didn't strike again. Instead, he swaggered around with big strides, looking every inch like a victorious general. His gaze swept coldly over all the cultivators present as he quietly swallowed a mouthful of blood rising in his throat, forcefully keeping himself calm as he barked, "I've still got things to do today, so I won't stoop to your level. If you still don't know what's good for you, this young master is going to start a outright slaughter…"
As he spoke, his sleeves billowed as he turned to leave, coming and going as though no one else existed!
It wasn't that he didn't understand the logic of cutting weeds and pulling up roots; he was simply out of strength to keep going.
