Impending Doom

"Impending doom?" Fang Xingjian laugh coldly and stomped on the little snake's body.

The little snake twisted crazily, letting out a series of agonizing cries, "Fang Xingjian, you're dead meat. I'm telling you, you're dead meat! I'm one of the top three unrivalled geniuses that the Terrene Shrine has nurtured!

"For having destroyed my army of dragons today, the Terrene Shrine will fight it out with you until either party perishes! Even if I were to die today, someone stronger will come and you won't be able to fend them off. Forget about you fending them off, even the entire Great Western Region can forget about fending them off!"

Fang Xingjian nonchalantly replied, "You’re just trying to instil fear and astonishment. If the Terrene Shrine really was so powerful, how could it have been wiped out by the Empire in the past?"