All the young men of the other clans glared at Ye Xiao who was slowly walking over. Their eyes were full of hostility. [Bloody bastard has a pretty face. Why? It pissed both gods and mortals!]
[Don't you know this is combat of life and death? You are good-looking, so what? We are not in a beauty pageant, are we?]
[In this place, a pretty face doesn't bring you victory, but strength does!]
Ye Xiao had just arrived, and he felt the hostile qi rolling against him in the air.
He was confused.
[What is it? What happened? I obviously don't know any of them. Why are they all aiming at me? Did I offend someone?]
After a while, he finally got to know the reason, but it only made him feel even more furious.
[Am I to be blamed just because of my handsome face?]
That was why everybody wanted to beat him. Even you guys, my honorable readers out there, want to punch him, don't you?
