"Hmph, Seventh Young Master Tang, are you threatening me, Murong Qi?"
Seeing the opponent draw his blade, Murong Qi's face also showed anger: "Or are you saying... Seventh Young Master Tang, do you think my Murong Family's millennium of artifact refinement is as easy to manipulate as the Kunlun Black Tribe?"
"Outsiders may not know what kind of person you Tang Tianran are, but I, Murong Qi, see through it clearly!"
"In the past, when your father, the old Tang Family Head, was alive, you always pretended to be modest and courteous to win the elders' favor! However—"
"You—"
"Your heart is too filthy!"
"I, Murong Qi, shall not associate with someone like you!"
Murong Qi's words were like thunder from the heavens.
Seventh Young Master of the Tang Family was trembling, retreating step by step, nearly stumbling and falling!
"Something's not right....."
"Something's very wrong!"
