Tian Yu's form was visible on the screen; he was covered in the blood of his defeated competitors lying helplessly on the ground around him. Instead of killing his opponents outright, he cleverly injured them enough such that they were barely able to move their bodies but just alive not to die anytime soon. His ruthless methods left the audience shocked.
"F**k, he's too brutal"
"If he has beef with that Kong Xiang guy, why take it out on these innocent cultivators"
"I doubt any of them are actually as innocent as you seem to be insinuating"
The maimed competitors all wore looks of shame as they glared at the mad man. If looks could kill, his body would have been out of space to be riddled with holes.
"What are you looking at?" Tian Yu suddenly looked at one of them whose glare was particularly vicious. For some reason, he was enjoying this feeling of towering above these losers.
