“Huh? A damn fatty like you dares to glare at me?” He Li didn’t like it at all when he saw how Zhao Ruizhi looked at him. Normally, he always had to suffer under Lu Xiao and Wei Pingyang’s pressure, and today, he couldn't even teach that brat Zu An a lesson. He was already filled with resentment.  Even if I can’t deal with them, that doesn’t mean I can’t deal with a damn fatty like you!

Zhao Ruizhi said coldly, “The fact you were able to live for so long is a miracle in itself.” He wasn’t in a rush to chase after Zu An. Either way, the two of them wouldn’t be able to leave the range of his divine will.

“You dare speak to this old one like this? Do you think you’re the emperor or something?” He Li felt a strange lack of confidence under the other party’s disdainful look. But it was precisely that fear that made him feel even worse. He was actually scared of this stupid fatty? If Lu Xiao and the others learned of this, how would he even survive...