Zhao Di's expression was hideous at this moment. He truly wished he could tear Li Zhōujūn limb from limb and flay him alive, but unfortunately, he was still no match for this detestable bastard who made his teeth itch with hatred.
"But I don't have a chicken here." Zhao Di discussed the matter with Li Zhōujūn with a solemn expression.
At this point, Zhao Di really felt like crying.
He was a dignified Seventh-Rank Saint, yet here he was discussing whether there was such a thing as a chicken. This was truly karmic retribution!
"It's fine. I brought my own." Li Zhōujūn grinned.
Zhao Di: "..."
This was too much!
But under pressure from Li Zhōujūn's strength, Zhao Di could only agree through gritted teeth. He nodded extremely unwillingly and said, "Once you finish eating the roast chicken, you'll leave."
"Whether I leave after eating the roast chicken depends on my mood." Li Zhōujūn grinned.
Zhao Di shouted angrily, "Don't push it too far! At worst, we'll both go down together!"
"Then let's both go down together." Li Zhōujūn nodded.
Zhao Di: "..."
He really was having the worst luck today. He had been sitting at home, yet disaster had fallen from the sky.
At this thought, Zhao Di was utterly furious. This was all the fault of those two female disciples. They had practically invited a wolf into the house!
"Are we still fighting?" Li Zhōujūn asked Zhao Di.
The corner of Zhao Di's mouth twitched. He waved his hand and dispersed the blood-colored space, which required a tremendous amount of magic power to maintain. He had no intention of continuing the fight. Wasn't it just roasting a chicken?
What was so difficult about that?
Li Zhōujūn and Zhao Di's figures simultaneously appeared in the main hall.
At this