The aloof young man sneered, a twisted madness flashing in his eyes.
His master had told him since he was a child that women are not meant to be pampered; if they disobeyed, beat them until they obeyed.
Only the strong command respect and awe.
He always thought this made a lot of sense.
Since this woman is so ungrateful, we should beat her harder next time.
He glanced angrily at the disciples of the Qingcang Immortal Sect present and sneered:
"A bunch of ignorant trash, what good is it no matter how loudly they shout? The geniuses in your eyes are not even as good as dogs in the Batian Sect."
"Including Yun Feiyang, the first genius you've encountered while traveling abroad, I'll show you the difference between him and me then."
These words were incredibly arrogant, showing absolutely no respect for the disciples of the Qingcang Immortal Sect.
"Kid, if you keep being so arrogant, believe me, I'll smash you to death right here with one palm!"
The Second Elder, who had always given people a kind and approachable impression, suddenly uttered a cold and eerie sentence, his eyes filled with danger and terror.
Leng Juncheng felt a chill run down his spine. He snorted coldly but dared not speak again.
No matter how arrogant he was, he wouldn't dare to openly provoke a Nascent Soul stage cultivator on someone else's turf.
Otherwise, if the other party really disregarded their reputation and wanted to kill him, even Elder Tan wouldn't be able to stop them.
Moreover, in the Kunlun Realm, the strong are respected, and even opponents are treated with respect.
If a person of low level dares to rudely provoke a strong person.
No one sympathizes with them when they are killed; in fact, they are considered to have done it for granted.
Even if the sect wanted to stand up for him, they couldn't find a sufficient reason.
"Heh, if the disciples of the Qingcang Immortal Sect aren't up to the task, they'll just have to send in an elder? Does Elder Murong intend to take the stage himself in three months?"
Tan Dahe spoke with disdain, then glanced at the crowd and sneered:
"Among the disciples of my Batian Sect in this generation, there are four geniuses at the Golden Core stage, and Zuo Xiu has even stepped into the middle stage of the Golden Core stage."
"May I ask, among the disciples of your Qingcang Immortal Sect, who can withstand this?"
These words were spoken.
The entire room fell silent instantly; everyone knew that the other party wasn't exaggerating.
The core disciples of the Batian Sect in this generation can be described as having exceptional talent.
Zuo Xiu, the number one genius, is also one of the six great prodigies of Lingfeng Kingdom. He is a true peerless genius.
Even Senior Brother Yun Feiyang couldn't compare to him.
For a moment, everyone on the Qingcang Immortal Sect side felt extremely frustrated, yet they were speechless.
Leng Juncheng, who had previously been silenced by Elder Murong's reprimand, was now smug again.
He was one of the four geniuses of the Overlord Sect, and he felt extremely superior to the disciples of the Azure Sky Immortal Sect.
A domineering and confident voice suddenly came from behind the disciples of the Qingcang Immortal Sect.
"They're just at the Golden Core stage. We'll just suppress them when the time comes!"
The words were spoken.
A young figure slowly walked out from that direction; it was Chu Mo.
His temper could no longer tolerate the other party's repeated arrogance.
So what if one reaches the Golden Core stage?
He is now confident that he can handle a low-level Golden Core cultivator without any problem.
Even a mid-grade one isn't necessarily bad.
Besides, there are still three months left. If it's placed in a bronze cauldron, that's more than seventy years.
Once you reach the Golden Core stage, it will be even easier.
But everyone else was stunned. Who was this young man?
Although it sounds really good!
But why does it feel like... he's bragging?
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