"Yes! While he still can't move, we must finish him off!" Guan Yijian sneered.
With a light step, he appeared next to Li Zhengkuang.
In the horrified gaze of his opponent, he cruelly stomped on his head.
Crack!
He crushed his skull.
"Even an old fogey dares to point fingers and give orders in front of me; I've tolerated you for a long time," Guan Yijian sneered.
Indifferently lifting his foot, he walked toward the Vice Sect Master.
"Brother Guan, what—what are you trying to do?" The Vice Sect Master asked in terror.
"Old thing, weren't you very arrogant before? Treating me like a grandson to scold, show me that arrogance again!" Guan Yijian sneered.
"Misunderstanding! It was all misunderstanding! Brother Guan, let's talk this out, a gentleman uses his tongue, not his fists," the Vice Sect Master pleaded.
"Such fine words about using one's tongue, not fists. If I remember correctly, who slept with my son's women last night?" Guan Yijian stated coldly.
