"Don't just stand there. That cultivator offended this young master just now. Capture him alive. I'm going to entertain him properly."
Wan Menghao's voice was filled with venom. Lin Xuan had toyed with him again and again, and his hatred had long since reached its peak.
Damn it!
What did he take this young master for?
A clown doing tricks in the street?
I'll make you unable to live, unable to die.
I'll draw out your soul and make it into a soul lamp, to be tormented forever.
Wan Menghao gnashed his teeth and swore viciously. Yet he soon realized something was wrong, because after the cultivators around him heard his order, not one of them moved.
"What are you doing? Did you not hear this young master's words, or do you want me to report this to the ancestor?" Wan Menghao could not help flying into a towering rage. He had already suffered humiliation, and now even his subordinates were disobeying him.
"Young Master, it is not that this old man dares defy orders, but that man just now..." A cultivator in a grayish-white Daoist robe spoke. This man's cultivation was not weak either—Nascent Soul Late Stage. Leaving aside his divine abilities for the moment, his realm alone was slightly higher than that idiot young master's.
Wan Menghao hesitated briefly, and his voice softened a little. Toward this infamous great devil, he did not dare be too rude. "What do you mean, fellow Daoist? With so many of us cultivators here, could we really fail to catch him alone... No, wait. That man was holding a woman in his arms, but her cultivation was only Foundation Establishment. Tsk, tsk, she was rather pretty. Capture that woman alive for me. A little beauty is just right to help me calm