"What kind of rat dares to show your face? Cut your own throat now and you might at least keep your body intact. Otherwise, the Myriad Nether Sect will ensure not a single bone of yours remains!"
Faced with the relentless stream of curses echoing from all around, Yong Yin merely smiled—a light, mocking smile.
Having lived for over a thousand years, he was far from angered by the insults of these nobodies; rather, he found them somewhat amusing. It was much like a majestic tiger hearing the taunts of sheep. And naturally, the consequences of sheep mocking a tiger were grave.
Chapter 939