A White Robe, Severing the Crimson Glow

"Well then, why don't you just go die yourself? I'm afraid I might accidentally kill you later."

Zhang Xiaofan scratched his head and smiled foolishly.

A faint blush colored his cheeks.

As if he were embarrassed.

But upon hearing Zhang Xiaofan's words, the Master of Thunder God Hall immediately laughed.

Only, it was a laugh born of extreme fury!

A mere peak Sixth Revolution cultivator, along with two Seventh Revolution cultivators, dared speak to him like that?

Since when had these ants become so arrogant?

The Master of Thunder God Hall slowly strode toward the heavens. Dark clouds densely filled the sky, their oppressive weight making even breathing difficult.

Within the Thunder Purgatory, Li Tianhua's expression changed slightly as he roared at Zhang Xiaofan and the other two.

"Leave, now! Borrowing the power of a deity, the Master of Thunder God Hall can temporarily possess the combat strength of a peak Ninth Revolution cultivator. Other than Hall Master Yang, no one is his match!"

Su An smiled faintly and looked at his senior brother and junior sister. "Looks like Old Li is underestimating us."

Beigong Qing nodded slightly.

"That's normal. We've always stayed in the Human Hall's small world and never had a chance to fight. Naturally, Old Li thinks we're no match for that big fool."

Zhang Xiaofan grinned foolishly. "Old Li means well."

Su An and Beigong Qing looked at the ever-grinning Zhang Xiaofan, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

Over this period of time, the two had long discovered that, within the Human Hall's small world, aside from Yang Chen, their eldest senior brother was the one who hid himself the deepest. Though he was only at the peak of the Sixth Revolution, even when the two of them joined forces, Zhang Xiaofan gave them the