Mu Ting stood in the void with his hands behind his back. Lowering his head to glance at Mu Chiyu, who was kneeling at his feet, he barked in a deep voice, "Useless trash!"
"It was merely a tiny Myriad Forms Bureau. You brought so many elite disciples of my Mu Clan here, and with the Xuanfire Demon God personally taking action, it should have been like rotten wood collapsing before a storm, completely wiped out! Yet not only did you fail to destroy the Myriad Forms Bureau, you even got all my Mu Clan's elites killed here! How could I possibly expect you to destroy the entire Myriad Forms Divine Mansion in the future?!"
Mu Chiyu shuddered all over and slammed his forehead heavily against the void. Terrified, he said, "Please forgive me, Household Head! Please forgive me! It truly was not because we were incompetent—it was only because Jiang Bei was too strange! He clearly only had Saint Emperor Realm Major Refinement cultivation, yet he could suppress the Xuanfire Demon God at the Saint Emperor Realm Peak! One strike of his ruler severely wounded me, and he slaughtered my Mu Clan's elites like cutting vegetables! This was no defeat in battle, no defeat in battle!"
Hearing this, Mu Ting's body paused slightly. He slowly turned his head, his icy gaze falling upon Jiang Bei. From hundreds of yards away, he examined Jiang Bei for a moment before letting out a cold snort. "Hmph!"
"There is indeed something strange about you, boy, and the power of those flames does have some substance. But do not think your Myriad Forms Bureau is anything remarkable. I, Mu Ting, will remember what happened today! In the future, my Mu Clan will naturally find a suitable time to settle this score with you