"Fang Wujin!"
"You mongrel, you still dare talk? If it weren't for you, how could Third Brother have died?"
"It's all your fault, you mongrel! If we don't tear you to pieces today, how can the Three Immortals of Taihang ever swallow this rage?"
The First Senior and Second Senior of the Three Immortals of Taihang hated Fang Wujin to the core.
Clearly, they had blamed even their Third Senior's unexpected death in the tavern on Fang Wujin.
Fang Wujin's lips curled into a mocking sneer.
"Oh, give it a rest... what the hell did your dog of a Third Senior's death have to do with me?"
"He was the idiot who picked a fight with the wrong people."
"Those big shots were obviously about to leave and had no intention of holding anything against you. Yet your dog of a Third Senior insisted on throwing himself at them to court death... so who's to blame?"
"Oh... I get it. You saw how formidable those three big shots were and didn't dare seek revenge on them, so you came to vent your anger on me. What is that?"
"Bullying the weak while fearing the strong..."
The First Senior and Second Senior of the Three Immortals of Taihang immediately flushed red.
And damn it, Fang Wujin's words had truly stabbed right into their lungs.
Back in the tavern—
Their Third Senior had suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood without the slightest warning. They had immediately known that he had provoked the wrong people; the three people in the tavern were absolutely experts they could not afford to offend.
It was already a blessing that the other side had not gone on to kill them. How would they dare go looking for revenge?
If they wanted revenge, they could only seek