Dragon Slaying

After a long internal struggle, Hong Chidao finally decided to make a move.

Though his "wind-up" had been rather long and the crisis had already been resolved, one could not ask too much of someone with a brain disease.

"What are you? How dare you block my path?" Huang Wuming hovered high in the sky, staring coldly at Hong Chidao.

He felt that this red-haired old monster before him had gone mad. He was already in a rage and had blasted several peerless ferocious birds to death, yet the other party still dared to come looking for death.

Hong Chidao restrained his aura and looked no different from an ordinary man. Though he could tread upon the air, placing his cultivation at least in the Grandmaster Realm, Huang Wuming was a supreme powerhouse and naturally did not take him seriously.

"You dared to disrespect Young Master. How do you wish to die?" Hong Chidao said.

"Young Master?" Huang Wuming frowned, unclear what Hong Chidao meant.

"Xiao Chen is my Young Master."

"Xiao Chen again?" Huang Wuming's fury surged.

A discarded son actually had so many people behind him.

He was a dignified supreme powerhouse. It was one thing to be bullied by people from Dao Peak Mountain, but now some red-haired old monster from who knew where also dared to cause him trouble. It was simply absurd!

And this fellow's tone was far too arrogant—he actually said he wanted him dead!

Even Dao Peak Mountain had merely expelled him and had not taken matters to the bitter end. How could this red-haired old monster be so outrageously arrogant?

But considering that Xiao Chen had Wen Haishan as his backing, he suppressed his anger to avoid kicking an iron plate and asked, "Are you also from Dao Peak Mountain, sir?"

"Dao