"Oh? Even Taishang Laojun has no way to deal with this? Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue with your bold claims?" I slowly turned around, scornfully dismissing Yang Feng's words. What a joke, as if Taishang Laojun couldn't handle it. Did he really think of himself as a god? If Taishang Laojun truly descended, he could probably extinguish it with just a spit.
"Heh heh, if you don't believe me, why don't you call Taishang Laojun here? Let's see if I can easily obliterate him. Hahahaha, once he is gone, I will become the founder of Taoism."
"Arrogant!" I immediately darkened in the face upon hearing Yang Feng's words. Could it be that everyone who cultivates evil arts becomes this arrogant and conceited?
"Arrogant? I have the capital to be arrogant! But you do not. Right now, you are nothing more than an ant in my hand, and I can twist off your head in an instant if I wish." Yang Feng continued to brag shamelessly.
