"Junior..."
Cui Lin extricated himself from the mountain, no longer calm and composed as before, his hair disheveled, entire body covered in long hair like an enraged porcupine, his ferocious nature fully exposed.
For Cui Lin, he had cultivated the Purple Mansion Celestial Palace and dominated during the Da Li Dynasty's prime, during which Su Jie was just a shadow, a complete junior in comparison.
Yet despite being much older than Su Jie, he was humiliatingly struck, losing face in front of the Cui family's descendants, with his heart ablaze in anger.
"I am not someone you can shout at indiscriminately."
A cold voice came from high above; Su Jie had already flown over, clutching the Holy Bodhi Tree in his right hand, smashing down hard.
The Holy Bodhi Tree's nine-colored treasure light rotated, descending with immense force.
