The elder grew increasingly agitated as he spoke, his old face turning the color of pig liver. Never before had he been toyed with like this by a junior!
In contrast, Kun Yun felt entirely pleased upon hearing this, raising his head and laughing heartily without reservation. Lin Tian and the Martial Sect are too foolish, and they dared to trust Xu Dongxu's words, only to lose out in the end!
"Is it funny? The debt your disciple owes, you, as the master, must pay it back, right? I'll make you laugh all the way to the yellow springs!" The elder's face was grim, and no one would enjoy the feeling of being humiliated. He intended to sever his head and see him laugh then!
With one hand, he held the stone knife snatched from Wang Sijing, while his other hand reached behind him, drawing the Hidden Dragon Sword from its scabbard.
