Facing the Mysterious Lineage

Qin Ming felt he had already shown ample restraint. His tone had been gentle, and he had made it clear that they should avoid misunderstandings and refrain from hurting one of their own.

Yet the other man refused to appreciate it, actually calling him a weed growing in a field out in the wilderness. That casual, dismissive attitude stemmed from arrogance rooted deep in his bones.

At once, the mystique surrounding the mysterious Lineage vanished for Qin Ming, replaced by a completely new understanding.

His goodwill and gentleness were swept away on the spot.

So what if the man possessed Longevity Force and was a direct descendant of a mysterious Aristocratic Clan? What did it matter how dazzling he was?

Qin Ming felt they could have coexisted peacefully. But if the other man refused to rein himself in and insisted on being so full of himself, then Qin Ming would naturally slap him right back.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Several figures rushed over, swiftly approaching through the night mist. All were Sixth Realm experts who had followed the purple-robed woman and the young man from the mysterious Lineage.

Those two held extraordinary status. Naturally, the members of the group they led were of comparable realms.

Scattered throughout the night mist, they sensed the disturbance and rushed to the scene.

Zhuo Kong spoke indifferently. "You practiced my Lineage's cultivation art, yet you dare glare at me?"

Amid sharp hissing sounds, figures appeared from every direction. Those experts sealed off the area, preventing Qin Ming from escaping.

Qin Ming said, "You certainly think highly of yourself. Who can your words and actions represent? The Lineage behind you?"

Even Qin Zhaogu had never put on airs with him, much less spoken so overbearingly.

This man was not even an Earth Immortal, yet his imposing