"Daoist Friend Xia, mind your manners. Although I'm a Celestial Cultivator of the Six Harmonies Realm and shouldn't stoop to arguing with a junior like you, you keep calling me an old bastard. Who knows? I might just kill you in the next second!" Changsun De roared. Being pointed out and cursed in front of several hundred Celestial Cultivators—who could stand that?
"Grand-Uncle Patriarch Changsun, why not simply beat him to death? Since I can open the Phoenix-Attracting Coffin's living formation, why keep this brat around? Wouldn't it be better to seize the Ancestral Dragon's fortune in our hands? By then, rebuilding my North Pole Immortal Sect would be child's play!" Zu Yun was furious as well. That old bastard wasn't calling me that for the first time. Every time he saw me, he took the opportunity to humiliate me. No wonder he was furious.
"Old Ding Chen and Old Chi Tiansheng both died at the hands of you, old bastard, didn't they?" I asked coldly.
"Hmph. They betrayed my North Pole Immortal Sect, so I had to kill them!" Changsun De admitted it without hesitation.
"Good. Just make sure I get the chance. Otherwise, I'll torture you to death, you old bastard!" I gritted my teeth. Ding Chen had been both my teacher and my friend. I should have called him Master, but he had refused. And Old Chi had made countless contributions to the One Heaven Sect. Both of them had died at Changsun De's hands. How could I not be enraged? I wanted nothing more than to eat his flesh and grind his bones to dust!
Changsun De snorted and stopped paying me any attention. "Grand-Nephew Zu, hurry up and set up the formation to break the living formation. Everyone's waiting."
"Daoist Friend Changsun, are you really