"Ban Cai Suanqiu?"
Song Pashila was taken aback upon hearing Moo Hai's words, a rare look of astonishment on his face.
Moo Hai furrowed his brows, looked back over his shoulder, and then barked, "What, scared? My Huaxia is vast and rich, with many ancient places and countless experts! If you don't want to die, then cripple your own cultivation!"
"Scared? Hahahaha... Ban Cai Suanqiu... hahaha... such a small fry who's barely entered the Third Bone Realm dares to compare with me!"
Song Pashila, regaining his composure from the shock, suddenly burst into wild laughter. His laughter abruptly stopped, his expression turned cold, and he shouted, "A mere Martial Arts Grandmaster, I can suppress you with one palm, yet you have the audacity to bark at me!"
Before the words were finished, there was a crackling sound from Song Pashila's hand, and a dense dark-green Yin Qi suddenly formed in the palm of his hand.
