"The words of this palace are inconsequential here in the presence of Longxi's Pride!?"
Duan Longcheng's eyes gleamed with murderous intent, his words laden with fury.
As the Young Palace Master of the Evil King Palace, on many occasions his words represented the will of the Evil King Palace; it was the first time he encountered someone so impervious.
Even actual rival forces had in the past maintained a semblance of dignity and respect between sects.
"Is the Young Palace Master truly ignorant, or are you taking advantage of my young master's youth?"
Tang Luo flicked out a white silk kerchief from his Void Stomach and carefully wiped the blood from his face, leisurely addressing Duan Longcheng, "Everyone present must be itching to tear me to shreds by now..."
