Old Yaksha was so angry he was practically steaming through his seven orifices, his face burning with shame as a junior at the Supreme Human Realm disappeared right before his eyes.
"If it were any other Demi Ancestor, I definitely wouldn't dare to do this, but facing the pursuit of the Demi Ancestor of the Yaksha Clan, I have some confidence in escaping with my life." The words seemed to still be echoing in his ears.
This was no longer a soft slap, but a solid, hard slap to the face. What would the other Demi Ancestors think? They'd surely laugh at his incompetence. He didn't want to stay here for another moment and was eager to break through space and leave.
But someone just had to add insult to injury, delivering another huge slap. Heaven Outside Heaven appeared at a nearby spot across space, flaunting an unabashedly cocky attitude, and burst into a loud laugh, "Old Yaksha, you're really too kind-hearted. How about you send me off as well?"
