As a human cultivator, why are you helping them?
This kind of condescending tone, Tang Feng didn't even want to respond to.
"Boy, I'm talking to you!" The middle-aged man, seeing Tang Feng ignore him, had his sword buzzing angrily, indicating his anger value had reached its peak.
"Who are you anyway? I act as I please, why would I need a reason."
"Bastard, do you know what these giant beasts you're protecting have done?"
"First of all, I have not protected them, and in fact, I have killed many of their tribes. Secondly, they have paid the appropriate price, and for the past century, they have not harmed a single human." Tang Feng chuckled.
"You're courting death, don't you know that those not of our clan are sure to have a different heart?" The middle-aged man was so angry his beard was puffing.
"That need not concern you, I'm curious about who you people are."
