Obviously, the incident of Tianming beating the three Qin brothers had completely spread through the clan. The cause of the conflict was well known, and Tianming knew these people would continue provoking him with such derogatory words. And it wasn’t difficult for them to succeed. 

This was a dead end with no solution.

Aware of that, Bai Zijin had erected a heavenly pattern formation to isolate him from such disturbances. But today, Tianming wasn’t within a formation. Bai Zijin was just about to say that the young man’s deliberate provocation was both childish and meaningless, but before the words could be spoken, Tianming had left her side.

She sighed, "Be careful, this young man isn’t easy to deal with. He’s at the Saint stage!"

Tianming could clearly see that. After all, the Saint stage was an entirely different stage from Heavenly Will, hence a wide gap in strength lay between them. This young man was at least seven or eight years younger than Jun Niancang, but already on the same cultivation level.

But so what? All Tianming wanted to do now was to tear his mouth apart!

"Tianming, remember...