"Young Sect Master put it that way, so I won't say anything more. This junior will take his leave."
Amid the din of the crowd, Dong Ge seemed to have heard only Du Kui's words. He cupped his fist toward Du Kanglin, then turned and left.
"You rat! You think you can come and go as you please in my Taiqing World?"
Du Kui roared, sending a strand of divine sense shooting toward Dong Ge.
He had made up his mind: even if he had to take a beating for it, he would finish Dong Ge off.
Only then could Taiqing and Donghua completely tear up their alliance.
Only then would Taiqing abandon its wishful thinking and face Wang Qianqiu squarely.
Du Kui firmly believed that, in terms of strength alone, Taiqing had long since crushed Donghua.
What was more, the Taiqing Upper Sect had its treasure gourd. What did the Donghua Immortal Sect have?
Unexpectedly, the divine sense Du Kui unleashed was blocked by more than a dozen other strands. Du Kanglin's face darkened with Baleful Intent as he barked, "You wretch!"
A gigantic palm of light slammed down from the sky. With a thunderous crash, it left a deep pit in the ground, with the disheveled Du Kui half-buried inside, his face battered beyond recognition. He looked utterly wretched.
Du Kui seemed to be in a miserable state, but his injuries were minor. The wound to his heart, however, was deep.
He was completely thrown into confusion. He clearly remembered that in private, his father had gnashed his teeth at Wang Qianqiu, too. If the elders hadn't talked him out of it, his father really would have led a force to the Donghua Immortal Sect to demand an explanation.
Yet in the blink of an eye, even his