()(Spain was eliminated so cleanly and decisively. The league really does kill people.)
As they spoke, Ouyang Chen arrived at the battlefield. Seeing Qin Fengming wrapped in a layer of black mist, he was slightly surprised, but after only a brief pause, he quickly recovered.
"Brother Qin, you only need to hold that giant back. Leave this old bastard to Ouyang."
Standing two hundred zhang away from the old man surnamed Dai, Ouyang Chen spoke calmly, as though he was confident he could kill the Nascent Soul cultivator before him.
"Hmph, junior. For your master Tianji Zi's sake, I previously let your words pass without taking offense. But if you continue speaking insolently, your death is already before your eyes."
"Old bastard, Brother Qin is Ouyang's close friend. Even if you don't want to attack Ouyang, you have no choice now. You'd best not give my master any face. Today, Ouyang will use his Core Formation cultivation to cross hands with you, a Nascent Soul cultivator."
Ouyang Chen remained unmoved. Facing an Early Nascent Soul cultivator, his expression did not change in the slightest.
"Good. Since you refuse to show respect, then I'll clean up this disrespectful disciple for Tianji Zi." The old man surnamed Dai was already furious. When had he ever suffered such treatment? Two Core Formation cultivators had repeatedly sneered at him.
With a mouthful of breath, a streak of blue light flew out from it. In a flash, it transformed into a huge, glistening-blue python more than ten zhang long. Shaking its head and lashing its tail, it pounced toward Ouyang Chen.
"Hahahaha. You think a single magic treasure can do anything to Young Master Ouyang? Dream on."
As Ouyang Chen mocked him, he tossed an object shaped like a round temple incense burner above his