The Big-Headed Youth's Righteous Bearing

"I..." Under normal circumstances, Ban Ji would have cursed aloud long ago. He was no mild-tempered man, nor did he possess any righteous composure.

But at the instant the curse was about to leave his mouth, he suddenly realized what sort of occasion this was.

This was not the Ban Family, but the Main Mountain Gate of the Myriad Phenomena Sect. So many people were watching.

He could only swallow the curse back, instead widening his eyes and glaring fixedly at Ning Zhuo, his scorching gaze seeming ready to spit fire.

"This little brat really treats me like a demonic cultivator. That righteous facade is utterly hateful!"

"No, that's not right. Though I cultivate demonic arts, I'm from the Ban Family. I'm righteous. I'm righteous too!"

Ban Ji realized something was wrong and immediately spoke up to refute Ning Zhuo, claiming that the latter had slandered him.

Who would have thought that Ning Zhuo would raise his big head, look down his nose at Ban Ji, and say with utter disdain, "Ban Ji, your reputation precedes you. Now that I see you, you dare act but not admit it—hypocritical and cunning, nothing more."

Having said that, he flicked his sleeve and left.

"You..." Ban Ji was beside himself with rage, unconsciously clenching his fists.

In the past, any cultivator who provoked him like this would already have been blasted to death by force. Even if he could not handle it himself, Ban Ji could call upon the power of his lineage and swarm the enemy.

But not now!

Ban Ji's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Ning Zhuo's back, wishing he could throw a punch straight through the latter's heart from behind.

This was truly infuriating!

Ban Ji had never been provoked like this before, never been slapped