"You've killed my junior brother, and I won't let you die so easily. I will slowly torture you, making you wish for life and death, but attain neither, to avenge my junior brother. Seize him!" Ding Li sneered as he gave the order to his subordinates.
"Heh, with just these lousy sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs as your henchmen, you're seriously underestimating me. I killed your junior brother because he used Taoist Techniques to harm others; I was simply enforcing justice on behalf of Heaven," Ye Wudao said with a cold, disdainful smile as he glanced at the people surrounding him.
"What fine words, 'enforcing justice on behalf of Heaven.' I want to see what abilities you have to claim such a duty!" Ding Li motioned to his men to attack.
All his underlings were accomplished Martial Artists, and he couldn't believe that a fellow who looked barely in his early twenties could be that formidable.
