Wu Tian flew into a towering rage at his words.
But he knew that two fists could not defeat eight hands, so he could only force down the hatred in his heart.
He was the Third Elder of Huang Hall, yet he had suffered such outrageous humiliation upon arriving in Warm Wine City.
This was undoubtedly a grave provocation against Huang Hall.
He would return to the sect and report this matter, letting those four learn the consequences of offending Huang Hall.
Wu Tian rose to his feet and snorted coldly. "Hmph, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. I will return to Huang Hall and report this matter truthfully to the Sect Master!"
The black-clad man's face immediately turned grim.
"Get lost, get lost, get lost! Don't stand here and be an eyesore, ruining us brothers' drinking!"
The toad directly hurled a wine jug at him.
Bang!
The wine jug shattered across the ground, sending wine and shards shooting toward Wu Tian.
"Roll as far away as your thoughts can reach!" The toad bared his wide mouth and roared.
Wu Tian swept his sleeve, blocking the shards and wine.
He snorted coldly once more, then flicked his sleeve and left.
At this moment, the fury in Wu Tian's heart was already blazing fiercely.
Watching Wu Tian's retreating back, the snail slowly spat out one sentence. "Bad luck."
"Looks like this matter cannot end peacefully," Yi Feng said lightly.
"Boss, why don't we go to their doorstep and wipe out Huang Hall? They're far too arrogant, daring to come stir up trouble on our turf!" the toad said indignantly. He was itching for a fight, practically ready to leap into the air.
"Yeah, just flatten Huang Hall with a single sword strike. It'll save us from these flies