"Ying Wu, you are merely at the Mahayana stage. Do not be too arrogant! Once that senior makes a move, you will have nowhere to escape calamity," Jiang Yashan said.
"Oh, is that so?" Ying Wu raised his brows slightly. "Then why has he not shown himself? Is he simply not here, or is he a turtle hiding its head in its shell?"
"Ying Wu, how dare you disrespect a Tribulation Transcendence senior? You truly do not know whether you live or die!" Jiang Yashan roared.
"I disrespect him, so why are you this enraged?" Ying Wu's tone grew increasingly teasing. "Could it be... the two of you have been carrying on a secret affair, copulating in private? Tsk, tsk. Even an old and ugly woman like you catches his eye. That senior truly must be so hungry he will eat anything!"
"Ying Wu, you..." Jiang Yashan's voice trembled, and her shriveled chest heaved violently. "You are a dignified Mahayana cultivator, yet you utter such filthy slander!"
At that moment, a cold voice rang out from another flying ship beside the Jiang Clan's vessel.
"Fellow Daoist Ying Wu, it would be best to watch your words, lest disaster come from your mouth!"
Ying Wu looked toward the voice.
The speaker was a middle-aged male cultivator at the late Mahayana stage, standing at the bow of the Seven Stars Sect's flying ship.
"So it is Fellow Daoist Zhongli. I would quite like that senior to show himself and teach me a lesson, but he is hiding and does not dare reveal himself," Ying Wu continued to provoke him with wild words.
The moment his words fell, an angry shout rang out.
"Ying Wu, you junior, since you seek death, this old man shall grant your wish."
An elderly man with snow-white