"So arrogant? Who do you think you are!"
The cultivator heard this and immediately retorted, his disdain written all over his face.
"It has been many years since I've seen a cultivator as conceited as you." Li Zhirui looked at him as if he were a clueless insect.
His companions, realizing something was amiss, hurriedly pulled him and said, "Let's just leave it, don't stir up trouble."
"No way, I must kill this clueless fool today to quell my anger." But to their surprise, he was still unwilling to give it up.
"Stubborn fool."
Li Zhirui shook his head slightly; he didn't have time to waste playing with them.
A point of Spirit Light flashed in mid-air, entering the person's body at a speed beyond everyone's reaction.
"Ha! Playing tricks!"
But the next moment, a breeze blew by, and he was like decayed wood, turning into scattered ashes and completely vanishing.
"Ah!"
