Hearing this, Lin Ruhu snorted with laughter, then said, "Kid, this joke isn't funny."
"Is that so?" Young Master Gaoyang replied. "You'll soon understand that this isn't a joke."
"Why all this nonsense?" Xiao Guizi snorted coldly from the side, swinging his long staff straight at him.
"What, have you flown into a rage out of humiliation?" Young Master Gaoyang chuckled.
The wine cup in his hand flew through the air, radiating a dazzling brilliance.
The cup was like a round sun, blocking Xiao Guizi's long staff beneath it.
Yet the force of that blow was indeed immense. The round sun shattered, and Young Master Gaoyang flashed to the side as well.
"You've got some skill. No wonder you dared to be so arrogant," Young Master Gaoyang snorted coldly.
"Who are you people, daring to cause trouble here? I'm afraid you don't know Young Master Gaoyang's identity."
The group that had previously been traveling with Young Master Gaoyang began clamoring from the side.
"I advise you to apologize. Otherwise, a great calamity will come crashing down on your heads."
"A mere Inner Sect Elder of the True Martial Sacred Sect is not enough," Xu Zimo replied.
"Kid, what brazen boasting. To tell you the truth, my eldest uncle is right here in Maori City," Young Master Gaoyang replied coldly.
Xu Zimo ignored him and merely glanced at Xiao Guizi.
Xiao Guizi understood his meaning as well. The long staff in his hand whirled with the force of a tiger and the wind.
The long staff smashed through the void, bringing layer upon layer of ripples as it came crashing down.
With a thunderous boom, Young Master Gaoyang rose to block it. A blazing sun enveloped his head, yet he was still sent flying by that single strike.
"I hope your