"Old thing, it was that damned Saint Son of yours who wanted to make a move against us. Senior Brother showed mercy by not killing him in one strike and merely crippling him!"
"You old thing, don't mistake kindness for weakness. If I had made a move, he wouldn't have ended up like this!"
The grass-chewing young man strolled lazily out from the group, casually resting the seemingly ordinary Mystic Iron Ruler on his shoulder, an indifferent smile hanging on his face.
He was none other than Xiao Yan, the Heavenly Dao Sect's third disciple!
His composure made it seem as though he was not facing a Half-Step Epoch King, but merely a chicken or a dog!
The cultivators around them erupted into another uproar.
This guy had called a super expert at the Half-Step Epoch King level an old thing?
Holy shit, that was badass!
"Presumptuous!"
"Brat, didn't your elders teach you that when you are out in the world, you must show respect when facing the strong?"
The Black Prison Saint Son's protector's face had turned livid.
He had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years, yet he had never seen such an arrogant junior!
"Respect?"
Xiao Yan lightly grasped the Mystic Iron Ruler, while a rebellious, disdainful curve rose at the corner of his lips.
"Respect depends on the person. An unreasonable old thing like you thinks you deserve my respect?"
"What a joke. Are you worthy?"
"Enough nonsense, old fossil. Make your move!"
Xiao Yan lazily raised the Mystic Iron Ruler in his hand, battle intent surging wildly in his eyes.
Since they were going to fight, then they might as well go all out!
"You are courting death!" Killing intent surged in the Black Prison Saint Son's protector's eyes.
A junior