"Xing'er, tell me, why does no one believe the truth? Why? Tell me why?"
Simba had only reached the Dan Yuan Realm, but that already made him a prominent cultivator. In everyday life, people showed him respect and avoided crossing him. Now, however, he was being humiliated by a cultivator far below his level. His heart was smoldering with frustration, and if his glare could kill, Li Qingyu would've been torn to pieces a thousand times over by now.
"Come on, let me escort you to the road first!" A gruff voice barked. Li Qingyu suddenly withdrew a long sword, stepping closer to Xin Zheng bit by bit.
The sword shimmered in the icy snow. Xin involuntarily swallowed hard. Though his eyes momentarily revealed rare fear, the pride of a Nirvana cultivator kept him silent, refusing to beg for mercy.
"Oh, tough guy, huh? My brother loved people like you with hard backbones."
