"Good, good, good!"
All along, the Black Wind Ancestor, who had always appeared gentle and refined, showing not a hint of arrogance or defiance, was finally thoroughly enraged.
His face was as cold as frost. Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhao Tianyou's repeated cries of "old dog" were as if his own dignity was being ground into the dirt.
Such humiliation! If he could still endure it, he would not be worthy of being called a demon.
The old demon, who was originally somewhat wary of Liu Wu, was instantly consumed by murderous intent.
"Unexpectedly, there is really something so reckless, daring to fight the likes of me, the Ancestor."
The Black Wind Ancestor's robe billowed without wind, his long hair danced wildly, and a black wind swirled around his body. In that black wind, it was as if resentful spirits wailed, wild beasts roared, emitting a piercing screech that shook the soul.
