The old Daoist suddenly smiled with a hint of disdain. "This poor Daoist isn't even in the Foundation Establishment stage; what qualifications do I have to face the Three Disasters and Nine Tribulations? The lives of mere mortals are like ants in my eyes. When I'm in a good mood, I might step over them; when I'm not, I'll just squash them with a single step."
Everyone felt a wave of chill rising in their hearts.
So this was how insignificant they were in the eyes of cultivators—just ants that could be crushed to death at will?!
Chapter 91