"What did you say? You dare call us idiots, are you looking for death?"
"I think it's you who are looking for death! Do you know what kind of existence our Medicinal Saint Valley is?" Jiang Tao questioned.
"Here, we only care about whose fists are harder!"
With that, the enraged cultivators from various Sects immediately drew their weapons, ready to slaughter Jiang Tao and his group of five.
Upon seeing this scene, Jiang Tao couldn't help but tremble, muttering fearfully to himself, "They're crazy! Truly crazy!"
If this were under normal circumstances, this group would never dare show them disrespect; it seems the tale of a cornered dog jumping over a wall is true. When driven to madness, a person doesn't care who you are or what your status is.
Just as the cultivators from various Sects were about to teach Jiang Tao and his group a lesson, the small world suddenly shook violently, something unknown happened.
