Wu De knew that the incident at the Martial Artists Trading Market was his own fault. Even if that resident of Misty Island had killed him on the spot, no onlooker would have felt sorry for his death. Instead, they would think that he had broken the rules and deserved to die.
"Always heard that the inhabitants of Misty Island are overbearing and tyrannical. Seeing it firsthand today, it's truly so! That big guy just now should count himself lucky for not laying a hand on me, the Taoist Master, otherwise, he would have been spattered with blood on the spot... huh, the Taoist Master is not easy to provoke..."
Wu De walked with his head held high and chest out, constantly muttering to himself.
Su Linglong and the others knew that Wu De was just bluffing, merely wanting to get a kick out of talking big. They couldn't help but secretly laugh.
