"I don't have ulterior motives. But you, following me around like a piece of chewing gum, what's your purpose? If you're smart, you better scram."
Gazing at Fu Ying and Qian Wei, Shi Xiaole's tone grew colder.
Even a clay figurine has a temper. The repeated provocations by the duo had already caused Shi Xiaole to feel somewhat irritated, especially now, with a tiger lurking at his side.
"Scram? Try saying that again."
Fu Ying narrowed his eyes, and the atmosphere on the scene instantly turned chillingly cold, startling the Left Sect masters who hastily retreated, though their hearts were filled somewhat with anticipation.
For the past few days of ambush, Shi Xiaole had been a bystander from start to finish, and this had stirred their resentment. Just before this, he was also acting high and mighty. Such a person deserves to be taught a lesson.
"Zong Yue, you better kick away the stone yourself. Trust me, or you'll be in big trouble."