At those words, Hu Qingya's face instantly turned livid with rage. She snapped, "Even if I am a lowly servant, only my Young Master has the right to call me that! Who the hell are you?"
The moment Wang Weimu heard this, his aura erupted with overwhelming force. Waves of azure energy surged out like a clear lake evaporating, spreading in every direction! He even drew his sword!
Hu Qingya looked like a fox bristling with rage. Her flowing hair rose into the air as well. She was also a cultivator of the Upper Three Realms, and she showed no fear before Wang Weimu! In her hand was a Brightmoon Wheel, its surface engraved with exquisite runes. Anyone could tell it had come from a Heaven's Realm ruin and had been refined by Han Shanshan countless times into a powerful treasure. That was also why she dared face her opponent!
"Letting you insult me would be one thing, but intercepting someone's voice transmission and then insulting others—Head Wang, aren't you going too far?" I stared coldly at Wang Weimu. This time, I was truly enraged as well, and the Evolutionary Heavenly Art instantly surged to the fifth level. At this point, my strength had far exceeded the cultivation of the Return-to-One Realm. Of course, I was still quite a distance from the Reincarnation Realm!
When Wang Weimu saw that I was only somewhat stronger than someone in the Return-to-One Realm, surprise first flickered in his eyes. Then he gave an insidious smile and said, "Hehe, so this is the technique Xia the Leader relies on to run rampant through the Dao Alliance. If anything, it only proves that your skills are inferior. Otherwise, how could this lowly servant of yours' voice transmission have been overheard by me without meaning to?"