"Ant, there's no need to put on a pretentious show. I know very well that only Fang Zhuo has come."
"You have quite the guts, daring to toy with me repeatedly. As a reward, I'll throw your soul into the Karmic Fire of the Netherworld, making you live in torment for eternity."
Zheng Yi impatiently dug at his ear: "Old geezer, why is it that even when threatening others, you're exactly like your useless son who died? You may not tire of saying it, but I'm getting calluses in my ears from hearing it."
"If you truly had the ability, would I still be standing here unharmed?"
These simple words almost drove the Azure Moon Flame Emperor insane with rage.
He, a dignified Enlightenment Stage expert, couldn't do anything to the one who killed his son.
If this enemy was at the level of Sword God Fang Zhuo, then that would be understandable.
But the opponent was merely a petty ant without any real skills beyond a sharp tongue.
Mid-stage Crystal.
