Li Yun's mouth might as well have been dipped in poison. With just a few words, he directly enraged Yuan Dakong so badly that his blood flowed backward on the spot.
His lungs nearly exploded right then and there.
The Eighth Epoch had ended, and the Ninth Epoch had begun. Having survived by sheer luck, he could only remain trapped in Heavenly Fiend Valley, unable to gain even the slightest support from the fortunes of the Great Void World of the Ninth Epoch.
That rotten aura on him, one even he himself detested, had long since become his scar.
And now Li Yun was using that very thing to provoke him, saying he had no qualifications and no class. How the hell was that any different from tearing open his scar and pouring scalding hot oil inside?
Killing intent instantly surged into Yuan Dakong's head and eyes.
"Bastard!"
"You dare to... wait!"
Just as he was about to erupt, Yuan Dakong suddenly shuddered violently.
No.
This was far too wrong.
How had the person before him seen the rotten aura all over him?
One had to know, he was currently using leaves of the Divine Fate Tree to conceal himself. Even fate and karma had been blocked off. What did that tiny bit of rotten aura count for? How could it possibly be seen through so easily?
No, there was something strange about this guy!
A sudden trace of fear rose in Yuan Dakong's heart. If the other party had long since seen through his origins, then it was possible the other party really had tracked him here.
In that case, his earlier behavior in the market tavern had all been an act.
It had been to numb his judgment, then lure him out of the market.
Was this meant