The young man in front of Wei Heng wasn't offended by their degrading tone.
"Hehe, do you really think I'm a brat?" The young man laughed sinisterly and unleashed his aura.
The aura he unleashed instantly shrouded Wei Heng. His complexion turned ugly and he found it difficult to breathe.
"H-How is this possible?" Dumbfounded, Wei Heng's eyes widened. The aura was not something a lowly cultivator at the Core Formation Realm could produce.
He was still a bona fide Nascent Soul Realm cultivator and an 8th-rank alchemist.
How could he be suppressed by a mere Core Formation Realm?
"Just who are you?" By now, Wei Heng would be retarded if he still believed the other person was a youngster.
"Hehe, I'm someone from a long time ago, but the current me—or my current body to be specific is called Tang Han."
Indeed, the youngster was none other than Tang Han, who had long been possessed by an old soul.
