Heading to the fourth floor now would be a bit premature for Ling Xiao, and it wasn't necessary.
One must be confident, but also self-aware, only then can one live longer and cultivate better.
However, though he had no desire to provoke others, there were always those in this world who, ignorant of their own mortality, insisted on provoking him.
That red-robed warrior couldn't stand to lose face like that.
It was bad enough that Ling Xiao had bypassed him, but to have someone else injure his fellow disciple right in front of him was too much to bear.
How could he tolerate this?
Of course, the most important thing was that he was a disciple of Phoenix God College, and the other was from Qingxu College; they were always in competition.
It could even be described as enmity!
Boom!
The more he thought about it, the more irked he became, and abruptly, a crimson flame ignited behind the red-robed man.
