"Are you still not dead, you old scum?" Huang Daosheng was so angry that as soon as he finished speaking, he slapped the old man who was sweeping the floor directly in the face.0

The old man cried out in pain and fell directly to the ground. Even though he used to be a foundationeer, he was now old and weak. Half of his face sank in from the slap, and his mouth was full of blood.0

"I’m just sweeping the floor, why’re you hitting people?" The old man struggled to get up, coughing up blood as he spoke.0

"What's wrong with hitting you?" Huang Daosheng's golden hair fluttered and his eyes were filled with anger. He took a few steps forward and kicked the old man in the chest. The power of a twelfth-level cosmic cartographer blasted into the old man's che...0