"Hmph! You old codger, at your age, you’re still trifling with young women, and you even birthed this little monstrosity, calling it 'Buda, Buda' incessantly. Phooey!" At this moment, Chen Yingjian was like an unleashed wild horse, casting aside all restraint and cursing with reckless abandon.
The cultivators who had come to the Ancient Tomb in search of treasure were stunned, their expectations shattered by this sudden turn of events. They shook their heads, helplessly relegated to the role of mere spectators. They were speechless at Chen Yingjian’s words; after all, it was hard for anyone to endure such relentless insults, let alone from someone who was a formidable overlord in his own right.
"You’re going to be the death of me!" Bula was consumed by fury, his anger so intense that black smoke seemed to be billowing from the top of his head.
Chapter 128