"Who exactly are you, daring to meddle in the Luo Family's affairs? Do you have a death wish?" The elder in the ink-black robe scanned the Yellow Gourd briefly before fixing his gaze on Zhao Sheng and asked in a deep voice.
"Is the Luo Family's tradition built on bullying the weak?" Zhao Sheng responded indifferently to his words.
"Hmph, just a nameless Wild Cultivator, finding an Ancient Treasure from who knows where and daring to be arrogant in front of me! I'll extract your Nascent Soul and interrogate you thoroughly to see how long you remain insolent!" The elder in the ink-black robe said coldly, then patted his Storage Bag at his waist as if preparing to do something.
However, Zhao Sheng acted faster, his hand lightning fast as he patted the bottom of the gourd.
The Yellow Gourd slightly tilted, aimed at the elder in the ink-black robe, and from its mouth suddenly burst forth soaring Thunder Light, accompanied by a thunderous roar like that of a storm.
