"Mo Fan, do you really think I'm made of clay?"
Butcher flew into a rage at once, his expression turning incomparably grim. He was merely wary of Mo Fan before him, but being wary did not mean he was afraid.
He was, after all, a dignified Heavenly Immortal, a supreme expert of the entire Fourth Celestial Domain. Asking him to back down now? Dream on.
"Butcher, a little fellow with only Earth Immortal cultivation took your treasure right under your nose, yet you let him walk away unscathed."
"You've already lost face once. Don't throw away every last shred of dignity you have left. Swear a Great Dao oath. If you refuse, then don't even think about leaving today."
The fat old man spoke gravely. Though he had retired for many years, his strength remained, and he also had quite a few friends in the Fourth Celestial Domain. Butcher's reputation might precede him, but he truly did not fear him.
"Mo Fan, are you truly determined to have a bout with me?"
Butcher's face was grim to a frightening degree. Meanwhile, more and more cultivators gathered around in response to the commotion, watching the scene with great interest.
Two Heavenly Immortal bigshots had come into conflict—who would be willing to miss such a spectacle?
"Hmph, have a bout? You're not qualified to speak to me like that. If you retreat now, it'll be good for you, good for me, good for everyone. If you refuse to retreat, then stay here."
"It wasn't easy for you to attain this cultivation. It would be such a pity to leave it here."
Mo Fan continued, his tone devoid of the slightest fear and instead filled with faint contempt.
Clearly, he looked down on Butcher from the bottom of his heart. Of course, with