"As someone from the Taihuang Sect, naturally you aren't afraid of me. But you touched my disciple, and I'm not happy about it!"
The black-robed powerhouse narrowed his eyes upon hearing this, sneering, "So what if you're not happy? Our cultivation levels are equal. Even right in front of you, I can kill him!"
The smile remained on the face of Mo Yang's master. Standing there, he didn't radiate the imposing aura of a powerhouse at all; he looked much more like an ordinary old man.
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