Jue Ying looked down with disdain at the fallen Zhao Capture Head as if he were looking at a weak ant and sneered, "You talk too much.
"I am an Immortal Cultivator, and you are but an insignificant mortal. In my eyes, you are no different from an insect. What right do you have to reproach this Elder? And why should I sacrifice myself for a bunch of insects?"
Everything happened too quickly. Jue Ying, who had to face the Wind Fire Tribulation, acted so suddenly that Cao Zhen didn't have the slightest chance to intervene.
Gazing upon the motionless body of Zhao Capture Head, who had ceased to breathe, a look of dissatisfaction appeared on his face as he coldly said to Jue Ying, "You've gone too far."
Indeed, he had begun his cultivation now, but in his past life, he had been a mere mortal, and moreover, it hadn't been long in this life compared to the much longer span of his previous one—he identified more with being a mortal.
Now, Jue Ying deemed mortals no different from ants.
