Peng Ming coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, feeling extremely frustrated as he realized the downside of not practicing cultivation diligently.
"Damn, you old fart, you're quite formidable. But don't get cocky; let's see who will last longer. Just wait and see how my boss will slap you to death with one strike!" Peng Ming spat venomously.
This guy wasn't very capable, but he couldn't help running his mouth, which earned him a cold glance and a sneer from the old man with white hair, "After I dispose of this ignorant fool, I will send you to Huangquan myself shortly!"
Upon hearing this, Peng Xiong couldn't help but smack Peng Ming on the head, feeling like spitting blood himself. Why couldn't this guy just keep quiet? With his behavior, Peng Xiong wondered how he even managed to stay alive abroad for two years!
