"Who are you?" Li Zhōujūn asked the old man who had arrived, but there was not the slightest hint of fear on his face.
"Who am I? What, you wiped out my Lin Family and forgot so soon?" Lin Maosen sneered at Li Zhōujūn.
"The Lin Family from Nine Heroes City?" Li Zhōujūn was slightly taken aback.
"Who else? Today, I, this old ancestor, will avenge my Lin Family descendants, chop off your head, and throw it to the Dao Tian Holy Palace!" Lin Maosen looked at Li Zhōujūn, his eyes revealing a bloodthirsty glare.
"What? Your Lin Family's people tried to seize this Emperor's body. Was this Emperor supposed to do nothing? Besides, I didn't wipe out your entire Lin Family." Li Zhōujūn smiled.
"You didn't wipe out the entire Lin Family?" Lin Maosen looked at Li Zhōujūn, who was blatantly denying the obvious, and instantly felt rage surge through him.
"Isn't there still you? But if nothing unexpected happens, today should be the day the Lin Family is truly wiped out." Li Zhōujūn said.
"How hilarious. You little bastard, are you planning to kill this old ancestor too?" Lin Maosen was so enraged by Li Zhōujūn's words that he laughed. "But you're actually an Eighth-Rank Saint. This old ancestor is rather surprised. Even so, what gives you the nerve to spout such nonsense to a Ninth-Rank Saint like me? Are you hoping to rely on that Ninth-Rank Saint clone of your old ancestor?"
"Guess." Li Zhōujūn grinned.
At the same time.
Seeing Li Zhōujūn face Lin Maosen without the slightest panic, everyone could not help wondering whether Li Zhōujūn had some hidden trump card.
If he did not, everyone present would probably be wiped out by this Ninth-Rank Saint who had suddenly appeared.
"I guess you'll die without