"What kind of conspiracy, what kind of trap can be handled by those without sufficient strength? They're worth nothing!"
Duan Xiyang snorted, "What kind of trap can hold me?"
"Those little brats of Wei Wo Zheng Sect, I've disliked them for a long time. Apart from your grandpa, everyone says their descendants are in there. Damn it, what are they even worth! So many great resources, you could stack them on a dog's back and create a peak master, yet they can't even make a ripple. How do they still have the nerve to indulge? One day, if I get annoyed, I won't need a guardian; I'll kill all those Wei Wo Zheng Sect brats myself!"
Duan Xiyang spoke fiercely.
His eyes glittered with a fierce light, killing aura boiling over.
Yan Beihan didn't dare to speak at this moment, only closing his mouth and listening.
Even though he somewhat felt Duan Xiyang's words were biased, it is the truth. Beneath the peak, Wei Wo Zheng Sect has countless experts, as common as carriage loads.
