At this moment, Yin Shixing glared furiously at Xia Ping, practically wishing he could devour this shameless bastard alive.
To be honest, when he saw the scene just now, he had been delighted. This scourge had offended the local tyrant the moment he arrived. How could he possibly have an easy time in the Primordial Sacred Land from now on?
He could figure it out with his knees: this brat would surely find every step difficult in the Primordial Sacred Land. Perhaps he would even be suppressed so thoroughly that he could never rise again, fading into the crowd.
But how could he have imagined that Xia Ping was so devious, so full of rotten schemes, that he would actually try to impersonate him at a time like this? He wanted to divert the disaster onto someone else by claiming to be Yin Shixing of the Five Elements Sect.
Damn it, if this brat actually got away with it, wouldn't the Primordial Sacred Land disciples come looking for trouble with him? He would be taking the blame for this bastard completely.
Thinking back on what had happened before, this bastard had also run his mouth everywhere, claiming that he and Xia Ping were close friends. Then he went around stirring up trouble and slaughtering fiends, leaving those fiends unable to do anything to Xia Ping, so they came after him instead.
He, Yin Shixing, was a true disciple of the Five Elements Sect and a Saint's disciple, with a boundless future ahead of him. Yet he had nearly been driven out of the Eastern Universe, unable to take a single step freely.
All of it was thanks to this bastard.
And now that they had come to the Primordial Sacred Land, this bastard still refused to let him off. He