"Heh, so Haitang is Brother Ji's grandniece. Then we're even less like outsiders." When the gorgeous man heard this, a trace of a sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"What did you do to her?"
Looking at the smile on the other man's face, the big man's expression turned sinister. As a Nascent Soul Realm old monster, his experience was extremely broad, and he faintly sensed that something was wrong.
"It's like this. Some time ago, Wang was cultivating a secret art and divine ability, and happened to be lacking a Cauldron. I saw that girl had decent aptitude, and she was pretty and pleasing as well, so I took her to warm my bed." The gorgeous man seemed not to see the other party's furious expression as he spoke smugly.
"You..."
The moment these words came out, it was not only the scarred big man; every Ji Clan disciple's aura flared wildly, spiritual light shooting in all directions as they all took out their Spirit Tools and Dharma Treasures.
As for the Thousand Shadows Sect disciples, they showed no weakness either. Amid laughter, jeers, and curses, demonic power surged, and some of the more impatient ones had even transformed into half-demon forms.
In the blink of an eye, the great battle had reached the point where one spark would set the prairie ablaze.
Yet anger was anger. The big man was, after all, the head of a clan. As a Nascent Soul Realm old monster who had lived for several hundred years, although his eyes looked as if they were about to spit fire, he forced down the fury in his heart. He was no fool; the other party had provoked him again and again, clearly intending to enrage him.
Why had Great-Aunt not come yet?