Tu Xingsun was short and ugly. He instinctively felt repulsed by anyone far more handsome and much taller than himself.
Though Wei Hu, Han Dulong, and Xue Ehu all had rather remarkable looks, Tu Xingsun had the added advantages of bearing and prestige. Moreover, the three men treated him with extreme respect. Thus, when they stood together, they instead made Tu Xingsun seem even more prestigious and imposing!
However, Ding Ling was far more handsome than the three of them, and he felt no particular attachment to Tu Xingsun. Thus, when Tu Xingsun faced Ding Ling, he felt an overwhelming sense of threat.
What was more, whenever Ding Ling looked at him, his face was expressionless and his eyes were completely calm, as though he were looking down on him. How many years had it been since Tu Xingsun had seen such an expression and gaze?!
This scene made Tu Xingsun feel as though he had returned to the days of the Investiture of the Gods War, when he had been mocked and toyed with!
His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were filled with disgust as he looked at Ding Ling. Since Ding Ling and the others were clearly strangers, there was no need to ask further; it was obvious that they had attacked Han Dulong and the others. Tu Xingsun's expression turned cold. With a wave of his hand, vast waves of Curse Source Qi surged forth and transformed into a Tornado Storm. He stepped atop the storm, looked down at Ding Ling, and shouted:
"You three have some nerve! You actually dared to lay such a vicious hand on my brothers in Mount Guan City, and you even killed my good brother Xue Ehu! Are you going to surrender now, or do I have to beat you