He was a young waiter with delicate features. The look he gave Zhang Yuanqing was filled with madness, hatred, and the uniquely headstrong stubbornness of a mental patient.
"Oh, so it's Martial Grandmaster. Since you've honored us with your presence, why didn't you let me know in advance? I could've hauled out the Italian Cannon to welcome you." Zhang Yuanqing recognized the "small fry" at a glance.
"Martial Grandmaster?" Pure Yang Sect Leader scrutinized Zhang Yuanqing, a crazed smile curling across his lips.
"So that wretched disciple took you as her disciple? Good, very good. I'd been hesitating over whether to use the ultimate move I've accumulated for a thousand years on her. Since you've become her disciple, there's no need to worry about who comes first."
An ultimate move accumulated for a thousand years? Fuck, Old Clapper didn't take me as her disciple just so I could take the hit for her, did she? Zhang Yuanqing raised his brows.
"You snuck into the banquet just to spout this nonsense?"
He could tell that the Pure Yang Sect Leader before him was not the real body, merely a low-level Spirit Servant possessing the waiter. That was why he did not immediately strike, hoping to draw out some information first.
Precisely because it was a small fry, neither Uncle nor the Marshal had issued a warning.
"No, it's a death notice. Yuanshi Tianzun, I will take your life in seven days." Pure Yang Sect Leader broke into maniacal laughter. "You are destined to become my stepping stone on my return to the peak. Once I seize your spiritual essence, I will enter the Spirit Realm and take revenge on that wretched disciple."
With that, he raised a hand and fiercely slapped it toward his forehead.
Zhang Yuanqing snorted coldly. The low-level