"That damned old thing!"
At this moment, in a corner of the Myriad Dao Sect's plaza, several brightly clad young martial experts were staring at the Tianyuan Ancestor, a gleam of anger flashing in their eyes. If Ling Chen were here, he would surely recognize these people.
The Four Outstanding Talents.
Yun Qinghong, Su Ziling, Mo Tianya.
Besides them, there were Leng Jue, Shangguan Qiushui, and other experts from the Black Market and Divine Intent Sect, all glaring at the Tianyuan Ancestor, seething but silent.
"Damn it, rather than suffer this humiliation, we might as well fight this old thief!"
The speaker was the Black Market assassin, Leng Jue. Lin Ya was their master; how could she be defiled by the Tianyuan Ancestor? A warrior can be killed but not humiliated. How could their Black Market endure this insult without reacting?
"Don't be impulsive."
