"Nephew, well played. It seems your uncle was bewitched and lost his senses. I am here to apologize to my nephew and hope you won't take offense."
A sense of life and death peril settled upon his heart.
Imperial Earth Immortal Dong Ming immediately withdrew his hand, and the immense aura that was emanating from him started to retract rapidly.
A harmless smile slowly crept across his face.
Seeing that Zhang Jing did not react at all.
"Nephew, since you've already used your Dao fruit, then your uncle will... not disturb you further." Imperial Earth Immortal Dong Ming smiled awkwardly, inching backward step by step.
His footsteps were exceptionally light.
But at that moment.
"Senior Uncle Dong Ming, won't you say a little more?" Zhang Jing looked towards the other with indifferent eyes, word by word, a dangerous glint faintly flashed within his dark pupils.
As these words rang out.
Boom, boom—
