"You whelp—"
"Hm?"
"You child..."
The Martial Artist had been about to lash out in anger, but after Su Zhou revealed his Grandmaster aura, his tone instantly dropped several notches.
But even so, he was still indignant. "So what if you're a Grandmaster? Chaos floods the world, so who can change it? The Hundred Schools' Righteous Army? What a joke. Back then, a million people in Liaozhou had not a single Grandmaster come to their aid, no one to protect them. How could the Hundred Schools' Righteous Army possibly protect a 'mere' three thousand of us now?"
The state of the world was like a rampaging flood, utterly chaotic. Who could one follow to change such a situation? Certainly not the Hundred Schools' Righteous Army. He was furious about the Demon disaster in Liaozhou, that the Hundred Schools' Righteous Army hadn't sent anyone to help defend the city, resulting in a million people becoming food for the Demon Army.
