Grandfather?
Good grandson?
Tian Nu and the other three Qitian clansmen had never heard anyone dare say such words to Qitian Muchen.
This was not merely an insult to Qitian Muchen—it was also an insult to the Valley Master of Myriadpath Valley!
That meant insulting all of Myriadpath Valley.
The four guards stared wide-eyed on the spot, dumbfounded.
After being stunned for a moment, they flew into a towering rage.
"What lowly beast dares spout such wild nonsense and show disrespect to Myriadpath Valley?!" Tian Nu bellowed furiously, his hair standing on end in rage.
Li Tianming's words had not only drawn hatred, but also confirmed for Qitian Muchen that he was the man in purple mist who had toyed with him last time.
And now he had stolen the Yin-Yang Evilfire Qitian Muchen had set his eyes on. Old hatred and new grudges would be settled together!
The fury Qitian Muchen had suppressed for more than a decade erupted uncontrollably amid Li Tianming's laughing tone.
"Capture him! No matter who he is, no matter how many people stand behind him, wipe out his nine generations!"
Nine generations?
What an imperial style!
Li Tianming said in surprise, "You're my grandson. If you wipe out my nine generations, wouldn't that include you? Good grandson, don't go dragging your father and grandfather down with you. I won't even mention how you knelt before me last time, kowtowed ten times, and loudly called me grandfather ten times. Why humiliate yourself like this?"
At this point, Li Tianming saw the blank expressions on Tian Nu and the others' faces and hurriedly slapped his thigh, laughing. "Sorry, was that embarrassing for you? After all, to save face, you wiped out all seven little girls who witnessed you kneeling."
Qitian Muchen exploded on the spot.
This