Wild God Blood Oath!

"Remember what I said!"

Having finished the slap and his words, Qiluo Li Liu flicked his wrist as though shaking some kind of "filth" from his palm.

Then he turned away on his own, too lazy to spare the other man another glance.

The old man in the beast-hide robe felt a dull pain burrow from the slapped side of his face straight into his brain!

A rusty, bloody sweetness still lingered at the roots of his teeth...

Yet the pain in his flesh was ultimately far less infuriating than the humiliation inflicted upon his spirit!

"Ha Qisi!! A junior who joined my Frost Kingdom halfway through life dares lay hands on me?!"

As he spoke, the old man's eyes turned bloodshot. The gray-white true qi in his palm condensed into a half-foot-long Sharp Blade, suspended between his five fingers, ready to strike.

Qiluo Li Liu sensed the killing intent behind him, yet he remained with his back to the man, his steps unhurried as the hem of his robe slowly swept across the ground.

His bearing clearly conveyed a calm assurance: You may strike whenever you like. I will neither dodge nor evade.

Just then, the High Priest spoke. "Qilu Zhonglu, I advise you not to act rashly."

At those words, the barbarian called Qilu Zhonglu clenched his teeth until they ground together!

The gray-white true qi trembled twice at his fingertips before he finally forced it back down.

"Pah!!"

He spat a mouthful of bloody saliva fiercely onto the ground, ground it twice beneath his boot, then snorted through clenched teeth. "Fine, fine, fine! I am a magnanimous man. I won't lower myself to the level of a fool like you!"

In truth, the High Priest's brief words had shattered this beast-hide-robed elder's impulsive spirit with a single