Forget a mere cultivator from a lower realm—even if True Person Huayu came back to life, even if that legendary Asura himself appeared, he would never dare regard him as clay chickens and pottery dogs like this.
Madman.
This fellow was either insane or had something wrong with his head. A trace of a smile appeared on Mo Yu's face.
Yet there was not the slightest joy in it.
He had been angered to the point of laughing.
He had long found this inexplicable fellow unpleasant. Since he wanted to court death, Mo Yu would send him to hell.
So he threw a punch, smashing toward the wine pot Nailong True Person had tossed out.
Mo Yu's original intent was to smash the wine pot back. Those who humiliated others would be humiliated in turn. This inexplicable fellow looked down on him so much—he had to make him taste his own bitter fruit. Best if the wine pot smashed back and drenched his face in wine; only then would it feel satisfying.
"Big Brother, be careful."
Even Lin Xuan felt that Nailong True Person's move was far too much like child's play.
Fine, even if he was very strong, the Mo Yu before them was no easy opponent either. How could he smash a wine pot at him as though teasing a fool?
Nailong would certainly eat the evil fruit he had planted.
Understanding dawned in Lin Xuan's heart.
He was both furious and exasperated. This had originally been a good helper—how had he inexplicably turned into a pig-like teammate?
What should he do?
Run by himself?
But Nailong had always treated him well. Was he supposed to watch him fall here?
For a moment, Lin Xuan was caught in a dilemma as well.
Many Cultivators were selfish and self-serving,