"I've never heard of this Hu tribe!"
"A mere core dares to be so arrogant? what a joke!"
The group of han clan disciples laughed even louder.
"How can someone like him compare to our Saint? in terms of strength and status, our Saint is ten times, no, a hundred times stronger than him!" There were even disciples who took the opportunity to flatter.
Han Shifeng smiled arrogantly.
Although it was a little exaggerated, it was not wrong. As the Holy Son of a clan, his status was naturally extraordinary. Compared to the core of any clan, his status was one level higher, let alone this small, unknown clan.
"Since it's just a core, this guy's strength must not be very good. He must have used some kind of illusion to scare away the evil Python!"
He thought to himself, and the contempt in his eyes grew.
In han Shifeng's eyes, this guy was just a small character. He didn't even care about him.
However, the more ordinary this guy was, the more unwilling he was.
