Zhou Tian Dao said, "Looks like you've suffered quite a bit at his hands, otherwise you wouldn't be like this. Forget it, lead the way. I just broke through a realm recently, my hands are itching—I'll just raise a hand and suppress him."
At once, Zhen Gui's face lit up with a radiant smile. The status of a Great Saint was exalted, and it was extremely hard to invite one to act. Now this younger uncle of his had taken the initiative to agree, willing to stand up for him.
"What, he just went into seclusion less than two days ago?"
Still halfway there, Zhen Gui heard the news and his brows furrowed deeply. How could this be? He had gone to the trouble of inviting a Great Saint to come in person, only to feel as if his punch had landed in cotton.
He wanted to see that Madman bow his head with his own eyes, to see him defeated under the gaze of the crowd.
