Northern Territory, Ancient City.
The atmosphere at the scene had grown extremely tense.
"Benefactor Gao, there is no such principle in this world. He can kill me, but I cannot kill him?" Master Kong Xin said calmly, his palms pressed together.
"All things in this world are equal."
"A blade of grass that lives for a year, a fly that lives for a season—I can kill them, and they can kill me. If I were to die at their hands one day, I would have no complaints."
Jiang Qiao, standing behind him, was secretly amazed when he heard this.
Leaving everything else aside,
the old monk did have a point.
If Jiang Qiao had not seen him wolf down huge chunks of meat and guzzle bowls of wine, while constantly wanting to send people to the afterlife, he might really have mistaken him for an enlightened monk.
"How dare you!"
"You bald donkey! With the Second Master here, you still dare to show off that sharp tongue of yours!"
One of the men in black stepped forward and shouted.
"The Gao family's bloodline is something a lowly wretch like you could never compare with! If he wants to kill you, then let him kill you. If he wants you to be a dog, kneel down and bark. If he wants you to offer up your wife and daughter, then do exactly as he says."
"That is what you should do."
"Being killed by a member of the Gao family is the blessing of a lifetime. You should be grateful."
Another man in black spoke in a grim tone.
"You think you have some strength, but in the Supernatural Circle, you are nothing. There are plenty of people who could crush you with one hand. If you want to oppose the