"Qigong Master?"
Bai Yan squinted his eyes, a cold smirk hanging on his lips, while a flicker of anger flashed across his face and disappeared.
"So-called Qigong Masters are just mere trash in front of me!"
Bai Yan's words made the group of Daoist Robe men look uncomfortable. One of the young Daoist Robe men snorted angrily and said with a grim face: "A greenhorn who barely has his hair grown, truly clueless! You have provoked someone you shouldn't have today!"
"I've killed enough people today, but I won't mind adding a few more ignorant fools like you."
Bai Yan couldn't be bothered to explain; he took a deep breath, a cold smirk on his face, and beckoned: "Come at me all at once, save the time."
Bai Yan's body erupted with a strong, proud, and reckless aura, like a fierce tiger awakening, ready to choose its prey.
"Such arrogance!"
