"Dignity? I'm willing to give it, but do you dare to take?"
Xiao Yi's face was filled with a playful smile as he asked, seemingly smiling yet not smiling.
As soon as these words fell.
All the attention in the banquet hall gathered on Ouyang Wuxiu.
His expression shifted unpredictably, his fists clenching and unclenching intermittently.
The veins on his forehead bulged and pulsed like writhing dragons.
Rage!
Fury!
An uncontrollable wrath!
The Ghostly Elder was his protector and the last surviving Longevity Secret Realm expert in his family besides him, loyal to him beyond reproach. Yet Xiao Yi had slapped him to death right in front of his eyes. This was something he struggled to accept.
His eyes were bloodshot, filling his gaze with a violent red hue, making his eyeballs look like a pair of crimson lanterns.
His ferocious stare locked onto Xiao Yi.
As if ready to tear someone apart.
But soon...
