I never expected to kick a tiger in the butt...
Ancestor Hongjun had already managed to raise most of his body when he heard this. His foot slipped, and he fell heavily back down.
With two cracking sounds, Ancestor Hongjun's waist and ribs were shattered by the fall, leaving him grievously wounded for the second time.
My poor old back!
Ancestor Hongjun forced himself to rise with his broken body and glared angrily into the cave.
How dare this Human Race humiliate him like this?
What did he mean by "pretending to be Ancestor Hongjun"?
He was Ancestor Hongjun himself! The genuine article!
"How many times do I have to tell you? I am Hongjun..."
Before he could finish saying "Ancestor," that terrifying, icy Sword Qi swept out again. Ancestor Hongjun hurriedly scrambled away on all fours, fleeing in utter disarray.
Although Ancestor Hongjun had narrowly evaded the fatal blow, the aftershock of the Sword Qi still passed before him and sliced off his hair.
It cut through hair as easily as mud. Ancestor Hongjun was so frightened that he did not even dare breathe too loudly.
This fellow actually dared to try to kill him?
If he had not crawled away quickly, it would not have been his hair that got sliced off—it would have been his head, right?
Damn! What the hell!
Just as Ancestor Hongjun was about to point at Chen Sheng and unleash a stream of curses, a bone-chilling wind blew out from the cave, accompanied by Chen Sheng's eerie warning.
"I already told you: if you dare say you're Ancestor Hongjun again, I'll hit you every time you say it!"
"What? You can't understand human speech? I just said it, and you've already forgotten?"
Ancestor Hongjun was so furious that his two whiskers trembled violently,