"Arrogant!"
A man dressed in a grayish-white robe shouted furiously.
He stood behind Futu Xuan, and his aura was no weaker than Xuan Guang's just now.
"Lu Yunxiao, you truly do not know the immensity of heaven and earth."
Pointing at Lu Yunxiao, the man rebuked him.
"And who are you?"
Lu Yunxiao cast him an indifferent glance.
"I am the head of the Mo Vein, Mo Tong!"
"Mo Tong? Another piece of trash I've never heard of. Are insects these days all this talkative?"
Lu Yunxiao said disdainfully.
"Lu Yunxiao, you presumptuous bastard!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Tong immediately roared in fury.
Who was he? Yet Lu Yunxiao actually dared speak to him like this.
"Lu Yunxiao, did you come to my Ancient Futu Clan today simply to run wild?"
"If you withdraw now, then for Qing Yanjing's sake, this old man will not lower himself to your level."
"But if you remain stubborn, do not blame this old man for showing no mercy!"
Futu Xuan said coldly, a vicious glint flashing through his aged eyes.
As the Grand Elder of the Ancient Futu Clan, he was hardly a kind-hearted man.
"So what if I am running wild? What can you do about it?"
Lu Yunxiao sneered. "Hand Jing'er over."
"Dream on!"
"You, a lowly wretch from a Lower Plane, dare dream of being worthy of the Saintess of my Ancient Futu Clan?"
"Qing Yanjing, that bitch, has willingly degraded herself to actually take a liking to trash like you."
Before Futu Xuan could speak, Xuan Guang blurted out.
At his words, an unprecedentedly savage light erupted in Lu Yunxiao's eyes.
"Trash, you're courting death!"
Killing intent surged from Lu Yunxiao's eyes as boundless power burst forth.
He reached out with one hand and clenched it down toward Xuan