The old Daoist suddenly gave a sneer of contempt. "This poor Daoist isn't even in Foundation Establishment; what qualifications do I have to face the Three Disasters and Nine Tribulations? In my eyes, the lives of mere mortals are no different from ants. When I'm in a good mood, I might step over them; when I'm in a bad mood, I'll just stamp them to death."
A chill rose unbidden in everyone's hearts.
So this was how insignificant they were in the eyes of cultivators—nothing more than ants to be crushed at will!?
Chapter 91