The old man in black knew that Hong Feiyu was finished. Although he still had a breath left in him, even if they poured in more Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, he would never again have any connection with the Martial Dao in this lifetime. Living like this could be said to be worse than death!
The old man in black suddenly looked toward Yi Yun, and at the ferocious tiger standing behind Yi Yun, towering like a mountain!
Seeing the enormous tiger, even the old man in black felt a chill in his heart. What exactly was this thing? Was it really an ancient great demon?
"Little beast, you're quite something. Over just a few exchanged words, you actually attacked and beat Feiyu into this state! You're already this vicious now—what will you become in the future?"
"Just a few exchanged words?" Hearing the old man in black, Yi Yun laughed. "Your Dagan Divine Continent had an old bastard named Primordial Chaos who wanted to grind my bones to dust. Then another little bastard jumped out, repeatedly declaring that he would cripple me. In your eyes, all of that was only right and proper. Yet when I merely resisted, I deserved ten thousand deaths and should have been skinned and dismembered."
"Since all of you believe that in the Martial Dao World, the strong are revered, then with Hong Feiyu being so weak yet still coming out to make a fool of himself, wasn't it only natural for him to be crippled?"
"What did you say!?"
The old man in black's gaze turned icy.
Yi Yun did not pay the old man in black the slightest attention. With a wave of his hand, the gigantic tiger that had towered between heaven and earth rapidly shrank. Soon, it became a