In the pool, four figures were smashed bodily apart by earth energy as heavy as mountains, turning into bloody pulp that drifted through the water.
Zhou Guang and the other two also fled the bounds of Divine Throne Mountain with severe injuries, returning to their ranks in utter disarray.
Cao Yufei and the others sensed what was happening around Divine Throne Mountain in utter shock, only to find the dragonlike earth energy circling above Lü Ji's head.
He sat alone before Divine Throne Mountain and, drawing on the terrain's power, shouted, "You old Super Grade bastard, have you any manhood left? If not, castrate yourself and pickle that worthless three-inch appendage to proclaim your resolve never to set foot in the Migration Land again."
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
"You dare neither fight nor castrate yourself. Are all the men in your family great strapping women who spend all night with their legs spread?!"
"...!"
He was highly cultured, and eloquence flowed from his mouth. He never uttered a single profanity, yet his insults were vicious.
"Urgh...!"
With so many people present, Mao Shan Old Freak was utterly livid. Clenching his fists, he started toward Divine Throne Mountain.
"Senior Mao Shan, don't." Cao Yufei immediately stopped him. "That brat is Fourth Grade and can use feng shui and the terrain to fight. He's pushing himself to his utmost and taunting you because he wants to kill a few Super Grades before the battle to build momentum. We mustn't fall for it."
"His deadly feng shui arrangement cannot last forever. We only need to stall. Besides, the auras of Old Fisherman and the other three seniors have vanished again. There's no need to rush. We can wait until they try to break out, then strike together and take revenge."
Although Zhou