"Are you looking to die!" Hong Feiyu's gaze darkened, and killing intent erupted from his eyes.
"Yi Yun! What did you just call my master? How dare you insult my master!" Several more people stood up beside Hong Feiyu. They had originally been immersed in grief over Primordial Chaos Dao Lord's death. It was devastating news to them, equivalent to losing their greatest backer. Yet who could have imagined that even after their master's death, he would still be mocked so brazenly by a junior like Yi Yun?
"I called him an old coffin board. Didn't you hear me? Then I'll say it again—and explain while I'm at it. 'Coffin board' means exactly that: the plank of a coffin. It sounds rather fitting now, doesn't it? There, did you hear me clearly this time? That old coffin board entered the Ancient Battlefield to kill me and seize my treasures. What, judging by your expressions, am I supposed to have obediently delivered myself to him so he could kill me? Is that what you call being sensible? I didn't die, but that old coffin board did, so now you hate me?"
Yi Yun poured himself a cup of Moon Chant Flower Tea. He drank it while leisurely mocking them. His nonchalant attitude left everyone stunned. Everyone knew exactly what Primordial Chaos Dao Lord had intended, but in the martial world, strength reigned supreme. When the strong wanted to kill the weak, the weak could either flee or stretch out their necks and await death. That was the law of the jungle. Take Primordial Chaos Dao Lord, for example. About a hundred years ago, a junior had offended him, and he had struck with one palm, annihilating the junior's entire family and burying several hundred people with him. Yet the main branch