"Why not? In a moment, this venerable one will even extract your soul and refine your spirit."
Lin Xuan spoke as if the wind were light and the clouds calm, yet the arrogance and tyranny in his tone made even Meng Ruyan glance sideways.
She covered her mouth with her hand, almost thinking she had misheard. In her impression, her younger brother had always been extremely low-key. Why had his temperament suddenly changed so much? If the spiritual energy fluctuations on Lin Xuan had not been so familiar to her, she would almost have thought the person before her was an impostor.
Wasn't he being far too unaware of his own depth?
If he enraged the old monster before them, they would have to face extremely grave consequences. Meng Ruyan's face was full of worry.
"Good, good. It has already been several hundred years since anyone dared speak to this venerable one like that. In a moment, I will make you unable to beg for life and unable to seek death, regretting that you ever took this trip into the world." A blood-red light flashed in the Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King's eyes, yet he did not immediately strike. Instead, rage pushed him into laughter.
He asked himself honestly: he was not equal to Wang Tinglou, nor was he a match for that Ancient Demon Sacred Ancestor, but dealing with the joint efforts of the brother and sister before him was still more than enough.
As soon as his words fell, Demon Qi surged from his body. Needless to say, he was already prepared to make his move at once.
Yet, just at that moment, an unexpected voice entered their ears, carrying a trace of leisure within it. "Make this Fellow Daoist Lin unable to beg for life and unable