"How dare you speak to my brother Dong like that?" the man in brocade's flunky shouted angrily.
The anger in Dong Ziqi's eyes quickly turned into amusement and mockery, "Sitting in a well to watch the sky, truly ignorant. Holy Sun Town is hardly a place where you can run wild. Even if you have become an Outer Sect Disciple of Myriad Saints Valley, so what? With such meager strength, yet you dare to be so arrogant, you'll only die faster. I'm giving you a chance to kneel and admit your wrongs now, otherwise, hmm—your journey from here on might very well end here."
The tone of Dong Ziqi was undeniably grand, making it very uncomfortable to listen to.
"Afraid you don't have the ability," Tangyu retorted with unusual anger, just having arrived in Holy Sun and already a self-righteous fool had sprung up to glare at him; even a clay Buddha has a three-point fire, let alone Tangyu.
