"Wow, you little beast, I'll have your life!"
The middle-aged man cursed furiously, formed spells with his hands, and three Cultivation Treasures danced wildly in the air, bombarding Chen Nan from above.
"You old beast, wow, your sister! Thinking you're really in a Peking opera with that costume on. If you know what's good for you, chop off your own head, or grandpa Chen will make this chicken from the furnace go kill your daughter!"
As Chen Nan retaliated with his insults, he fused two weapons into his hands. The Xuanhuang Battle Qi around his body was like a layer of armor. With a raise of his hands, the Gang Wind surged tumultuously, and the Crack Sky Hand shattered everything in its path, striking at those Cultivation Treasures.
The middle-aged man nearly died of anger. What he wore was clearly a Daoist robe, but from Chen Nan's mouth, it had become the costume of a Peking opera singer.
