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"What did you say?"
On the banks of the Soul-Lost River, an old man in black robe who had revealed his form was stunned.
Ever since hundred of years ago,
after advancing to the Golden Pill Realm or even just the Foundation Establishment Stage, no Qi Practitioner had ever spoken to him in such a condescending tone.
The key point was that it seemed so matter-of-fact, so righteous, even angrier than himself.
So much so that he began to suspect he was experiencing auditory hallucinations.
"Threatening me unprovoked, you deserve to die!"
Jiang Ding said coldly.
Whoosh!
The Taiqing Flying Sword fell again, its target unexpectedly the Bai Gui Zi whom he had previously been forced to abandon killing.
"Ancestor, save me!"
Bai Gui Zi, in great fear, desperately ran towards the direction of the man in black robes, but was terribly slow; his essence blood had been drained, causing even walking to make his meridians ache.
"You lowly creature, you're courting death!"
