Needless to say, it was a message-warning. Every cultivator in White Tiger City could see it clearly and knew that their young master had run into danger.
"Boy, this time, you're the one courting death. I'll extract your soul and refine your spirit, and make you regret ever coming into this world."
Wan Menghao's low voice entered his ears, filled with venom. From childhood to adulthood, with his father looking after him, when had he ever suffered such hardship? Naturally, his hatred for Lin Xuan had seeped into his bones.
Unfortunately, the matter had been far too humiliating, and his father had been unwilling to step in. He could only knock out his teeth and swallow them into his stomach.
He had originally thought there would never be a moment to take revenge. He had not expected this boy to throw himself right onto the spearpoint.
This was not Linhai City, but Ten Thousand Beasts Island.
A mere cultivator at the Nascent Soul Early Stage—whether he lived or died, whether he was kneaded into dough or flattened into a meat pie, wasn't it all up to him?
At the thought that he could take revenge, he trembled all over with excitement. Yet, of all things, he did not release his divine sense to sweep over Lin Xuan, still thinking that he truly was a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator. After all, at this moment, to conserve magic power, Lin Xuan had not activated his spiritual pressure.
One misstep would become hatred for the ages, and it would surely make him regret it for the rest of his life.
However, at this moment, Wan Menghao did not know that, and was still standing there with a smug cold laugh.
To be stupid to such a degree could truly be considered a