Little Tiger cupped that jar of wine back, taking advantage of when Ling Yun left Wine Immortal's hands immobilized to slap it a few times. The pet was overwhelmingly cute.
Wine Immortal's old face flushed red. First he was slightly surprised, then he broke Ling Yun's spell.
"Habit, just a habit!"
He laughed hehe, using one hand to swat his other hand while muttering under his breath, "Serves you right for disobeying."
Everyone was struck dumb with astonishment...
Ling Yun spoke up, "You're far too trashy. You don't deserve the title of Wine Immortal at all."
"None of your business," Wine Immortal said, shaking his head and swaying.
At that moment, a fierce shout rang out. A tall, dark-complexioned young man wearing a suit of black athletic wear appeared on the scene, looking at that Wine Immortal with an expression of utter disdain.
"Stinky old man, Wine Immortal? More like wine-soaked ghost, looking like a total fool."
The young man pointed at Wine Immortal and began cursing.
As for Ling Yun, a playful smile emerged at the corners of his lips as he watched the two of them, a flash of deep disdain hidden far within his eyes.
Intent to kill flashed across Wine Immortal's eyes. His brow furrowed deeply, and with a casual release of his aura, he struck the young man dead with a single palm strike. Blood streamed from the latter's mouth.
He was merely at the early stage of Immortal Emperor. Ordinarily, he relied on his lineage's ferocious reputation to bully the weak and fear the strong, but this time he had kicked an iron plate. His death was far too wretched.
"Humph, in this life my greatest hatred is for people pointing and cursing at me," Wine Immortal said angrily, the killing intent radiating from