On any given day, Qiu Jizi never showed himself, always guarding the Ten Thousand Sword Sect's Chuan Gong Hall.
Thus, even the Liehuo Sect Master didn't recognize Qiu Jizi, let alone know of Qiu Jizi's terror.
"Say it again, release Chu Feng!" Qiu Jizi was still casually nibbling on roast chicken, sipping fine wine. His tone turned colder by a few degrees, and his expression also carried a touch more solemnity.
This kind of expression suddenly appearing on Qiu Jizi's face, which normally resembled that of a mischievous old child, indeed made it seem somewhat odd.
"Old thing, aren't you just at the cultivation level of a Supreme Sword God? What big tail wolf are you pretending to be?"
"A bunch of mad old dogs, let your lord here finish you off first!"
Behind the Liehuo Sect Master stood a white-bearded elder, his face full of bristly whiskers, resembling a lion's head. In his towering rage, he commanded his sword to kill Qiu Jizi.
"Die!"
