"Zong Baiyu, if you dare touch a single hair on their heads, I'll scour the heavens above and the Yellow Springs below—I'll make sure you can neither live nor die!" Luo Mu roared.
He truly still had descendants alive, and Zong Baiyu had genuinely frightened him.
What was the strongest method of a spoiled second-generation dandy?
It was never cultivation or strength, but relying on the power behind them to bully men and tyrannize women.
He had actually forgotten that point just now.
"Hahaha..."
Zong Baiyu laughed even more happily.
"Luo Mu, do you know what I most enjoy seeing when dealing with people who dare show this young master disrespect?"
"What?"
Luo Mu asked instinctively, only to regret it immediately afterward.
Unfortunately, it was already too late for regret.
Zong Baiyu continued laughing wildly. "What this young master enjoys most is seeing people like you—itching to swallow this young master alive, yet utterly helpless against me. And the stronger such people are, the happier this young master becomes. Hahaha..."
The younger generation of White Cloud Mountain all looked at Zong Baiyu, their hearts filled with disbelief.
Zong Baiyu did indeed carry the reputation of being a dandy.
But they were certain he was absolutely not the sort of person he described himself as—someone who bullied men and tyrannized women. On the contrary, he was highly motivated.
How could they not be shocked that he could still say such words?
"You, you, you..."
Luo Mu felt his vision darken. He wished he could rush forward and swallow Zong Baiyu alive, yet just as Zong Baiyu had said, he was truly powerless.
His fury had become so intense that he even showed signs of suffering internal injuries.
Du Qingyun's eyes gleamed even more sharply.
He knew his young master better than