"Argh… f*ck…" Kuo cursed as he opened his eyes. Memories immediately assaulted his mind, prompting him to sit up. He looked around angrily but found himself alone.
The stage he was on bore scorch marks, puddles, and signs of destruction.
Kuo-Pal glanced down at his body and saw that he was completely healed. "Damn it," he muttered, his voice thick with anger and frustration as he recalled the humiliation he had faced.
Never in his wildest thoughts had he imagined that someone would dare hurt and disrespect him, especially knowing he hailed from the Middle Continent.
Shouldn't they show him respect? Stand in awe, grateful for the honor of being in the presence of someone like him? That's what people always did whenever he traveled to other continents!
This was a humiliation! Not just to him, but to his Sect and the Middle Continent itself!
