"Yo-ho! This is getting interesting!"
"Are all you people from Spirit Hall this unreasonable?"
"I wonder if the God of Angels would be so furious upon learning that His followers are all arrogant, tyrannical scum who throw their weight around that He'd leap straight down from the God Realm and personally slap some sense into you ignorant fools!"
Li Xiaoyao's voice carried a trace of teasing, and the mockery in his tone was undisguised.
Li Xiaoyao's words instantly turned Yan's face the color of pig liver, the veins at his temples throbbing wildly.
"Brat, you're courting death!"
"You dare slander the faith of Spirit Hall? Today, I'll turn you into charcoal!"
The Golden Generation were all orphans adopted by Spirit Hall. What Yan could not tolerate most was anyone slandering their faith.
"Bleh, bleh, bleh!"
"Redhead, do you dare act but refuse to own up to it?"
"I know a thing or two about the faith spread by the God of Angels."
"But as far as I remember, there was never any rule telling you to act like tyrants and bully others with your power!"
Ning Rongrong poked her head out from behind Li Xiaoyao and made a face at Yan, her crisp voice full of righteous indignation.
She stood there prettily, the silver floral patterns on her skirt glinting amid the forest's shifting light and shadows. She looked sweet and charming, yet her words were like little knives, stabbing right into Yan's sore spots.
"You little brat, you're courting death!"
"Once I capture you, just see how I deal with you!"
The word "redhead" made the veins at Yan's temples bulge. The flames around him suddenly surged another half-foot high, and even the tips of his hair were dyed crimson.
"Yan, stop right there!"
Yan, who had been about