CLUCK!
Xiao Ming clicked his tongue, his expression unreadable as he cast a condescending glance at Shi Fang. A sneer curled his lips.
"You lacked the potential back then—so what? Only weaklings remain powerless at the Xiantian Realm," he scoffed. "Comparing me to you is like comparing the clouds to the mud. Hmph!"
His words carried an undeniable arrogance, and Shi Fang clenched his fists in fury.
The audience bristled at Xiao Ming's undisguised contempt. Their expressions darkened. No one present had ever seen a Xiantian Realm cultivator outright scorn a Half-Step Yin Lord—let alone do so with such natural ease.
It was common sense that cultivators remained within the limitations of their realm. One did not challenge those far above them lightly. Yet, Xiao Ming stood there, his presence unshaken, brimming with power and confidence as he faced someone who had already touched the threshold of the next major realm.
