Tianlong Yun:" You see 'senior' the disciples of our clan don't have enough punch bags, and even the ones we have, don't have the necessary quality.
So would you continue to be so 'just and honorable' and come help us in the clan 'senior'?"
The old men in front of him were about to throw up blood from their anger. Not only had Tianlong Yun mocked them full of irony and sarcasm, but they were also asked to be punch bags.
They were expert cultivators of the Nascent Soul Realm, they had cultivated for more than a century, and would live for a few more, and yet they were asked to become punch bags for some wet kids.
How could they accept such a thing, it was clear disrespect and mocking, and the person saying this to them was a junior that was still wet by the ears.
While the 'senior' that was the strongest between them, and the leader of the team seemed to be controlling himself, it didn't mean the others could do the same.
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