Yu Wenfeng was in a horrible mood. This person who was a rebel in his eyes was beaming with happiness and chatting delightfully with the divine son and saintess. They almost seemed to be forming a group.
As visitors from the star passages and as top geniuses of their respective planets, that divine son Ji Ling and that demon race saintess Ji Xuan were completely ignoring his feelings. This made his eyes turn sinister.
The effects of his defeat were becoming evident. It was just the beginning, and the other divine sons and saintesses were already looking down on him. They didn't put him on their minds at all.
What would happen in the future? When the time came for the divine sons and saint children to contend for hegemony, he might be the first to get eliminated. This was the rule law of weaklings—everyone would want to stomp on them and squash them like soft persimmon.
