Zhou Zixing looked at Qian Ying's livid face and gave himself one heartfelt speech after another. But no one heard it, since it was all in his own mind.
Naturally, Qian Ying bore a grudge against Zhou Zixing as well, already thinking about when he could retaliate properly.
Of course, he would not forget about Ouyang Nan either.
If he did not take revenge on a woman who had embarrassed him like that, then he, Qian Ying, would not be a Xiantian Master!
What, narrow-minded? Heh heh! As a Xiantian Third Order Peak Master, whether he was narrow-minded or broad-minded did not matter. As long as he could ensure that his fist was the biggest, then regardless of who was right or wrong, everyone else was wrong, while he would always be right.
Thinking of Ouyang Nan made him think of that youngster. He seemed to have heard that the youngster was the nephew-in-law of the woman before him.
Very well. Since all four of them wanted to remain outside his control, they could all die.
Once he and Zhou Zixing found the enemy hiding in the shadows, they could find an opportunity to crush those people to death.
He truly did not care about Houtian Martial Artists like them. So what if they were at Houtian Layer Ten? In his eyes, they were merely powerful Ants. No matter how high they jumped, crushing them would be effortless.
Thinking this, Qian Ying adjusted himself somewhat, and his mood improved a little.
"Elder Qian, do you have anything else to say to everyone? They're all still waiting." Zhou Zixing saw Qian Ying lowering his head in thought without saying anything for a long while. The surrounding Martial Artists were all staring at him in surprise, so Zhou Zixing quickly reminded him.