Li Qingyun looked coldly at this Quasi-Saint grand master. With a curse no different from two mortals quarreling, he utterly vented the dissatisfaction that had piled up in his heart for so long.
This Quasi-Saint, Great Master Yuan, did not know what had come over him. From their first meeting in the Mysterious Profound Stone Hall, he had seemed to dislike Li Qingyun. Just because Li Qingyun had rebuked the self-important Yuan Qingsu, he had forcibly kept him outside the stone hall for months.
Had he not used the Dark Tome later on, he would likely have had to sit there helplessly and wait for years.
And this time, when the main branch suddenly struck ruthlessly and sought to suppress him during his Obscurity Eruption, it was this "grand master" who had chiefly proposed throwing him into the pitch-black Heavenly Prison to waste away the years and ruin his Dao Path.
Tell him, then—how could Li Qingyun possibly feel even the slightest respect or awe for this man?
Fuck your grand master!
That curse, brimming with defiance, contempt, mockery, and more, naturally far exceeded the "grand master's" expectations.
His expression immediately turned blank with astonishment. Even the whisk in his hand stopped moving, and the atmosphere froze solid.
Even Yuan Gumo, hiding behind him, stared at Li Qingyun in disbelief, as if saying: You are merely at the Profound Transformation realm. Even if you are a Seed of a Saint, you dare be so brazen before a Quasi-Saint?
"You, you..."
Once the grand master recovered his senses, rage twisted his already somewhat indistinct face beyond recognition.
"Utterly rebellious, spewing filth from your mouth—you deserve death!"
A fierce light flashed through the Quasi-Saint's eyes. At last, he raised the whisk in his hand and lightly swept it toward Li Qingyun.
It