Tao Ding's relentless frenzy made many shake their heads.
To truly make a name for oneself in the martial world, strength alone is not enough. At least on the righteous path, one must also have reputation, character, and demeanor among other things.
This Tao Ding has strength and talent, but he is so easily provoked by trivial matters that it reveals his narrow-mindedness, preventing him from becoming significant.
"Have the Huajian Sect lost their nerve? Are you relying on a woman to save face?"
Tao Ding cackled wildly, seeming to find solace from his inner shame only in this kind of demeanor.
"You, you there, and you, come out. If you don't dare, you're nothing but a bunch of turtles hiding in your shells."
Tao Ding's hand pointed successively at Yuan Qiuwei, Xiao Yuanbo, and Shi Xiaole, his demeanor extremely arrogant.
Feeling the eyes on him, Shi Xiaole furrowed his brows.
