As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the few people present changed, becoming extremely unpleasant.
"My spiritual marrow, you..."
Seeing the old man's eyes glaring, staring at the scattered spiritual marrow on the ground, instantly furious, a powerful energy belonging to Dragon and Tiger was about to erupt.
This spiritual marrow was his treasured possession for years, yet it was so lightly desecrated by someone.
"What, intending to fight?" The Daoist, who had always been standing by watching mockingly, just then released a surge of energy no weaker than Dragon and Tiger's.
Little did they expect that a small Daoist would possess such remarkable power.
"Immortal Child, calm your rage."
Fang La quickly intervened, then turned to the old man, pulling his hand, urgently advising in a low voice, "Brother Yuan, don't be foolish, antagonizing him won't help, otherwise even I can't help you."
