"Far East Sacred Land is hunting you down? Back when this old man still walked the earth, even the strongest Nanxi Saint Clan of that time had to take a detour upon seeing me. What the hell is your Far East Sacred Land?" Fatty Tu raised his head proudly, his face brimming with arrogance.
The moment those words left his mouth, he noticed that everyone's expressions had turned strange.
Fatty Tu frowned.
His huge, fleshy hands trembled without stop. Only those who had known him in the past understood that this meant he had been angered to the extreme.
"Looks like you really are some relic left over from the end of the Divine Pattern Restriction era. You know absolutely nothing, yet you still dare to yap in front of us. We may be juniors, and we might not necessarily be your match, but once you leave this place, you'll learn that the era you came from was complete trash." Dong Ming refused to yield an inch.
"Courting death! Kill that foul-mouthed brat for me!" Fatty Tu flew into a rage.
Several dozen experts whose cultivation had reached the Limitless Star Realm charged toward Dong Ming in unison.
This scene truly gave Dong Ming a fright.
He had dared to speak like that mainly because he did not believe Fatty Tu would dare touch him.
How could he have imagined that Fatty Tu would turn hostile at the drop of a hat and attack him directly?
Dong Ming had said so much because he believed his identity and those words would be enough to intimidate Fatty Tu, who knew nothing of the current world.
Seeing Fatty Tu make a move so suddenly gave him quite a scare.
As he watched the several dozen Limitless Star Realm experts change targets and