The Mirage Sword Sect’s Arrival

"You…" The plump cultivator only looked at Di Jiu now. He was shaken. Although he hadn't used his full force in that slap, he knew that Di Jiu wasn't bluffing when he said that he hadn't used his full force either.

"What about me, you fatso? I will settle the score with you when the True Dominion Genius Tournament starts." Di Jiu stepped on the plump cultivator.

Although the plump cultivator had already seen Di Jiu's foot coming, he was still unable to avoid it completely. He now became even more shocked.

If the Protectorate Lord discovered that he couldn't even handle such a simple matter, then he wouldn't get any rewards. The Protectorate Lord had 100, or at least 80, bastard sons. Having the Protectorate Lord come to the Small Central World for a bastard son was obviously impractical.