Native? Here's a Slap for You!

"He was supposedly the number one beneath the Great Saint Realm? What a joke. He merely killed some martial artists from a backward place like the True Martial Realm, yet he dared call himself that. The ignorant truly knew no fear!" Inside a tavern, a young man in magnificent robes narrowed his eyes and gazed coldly at Ye Xiwen amid the crowd on the street.

Although Ye Xiwen did not deliberately conceal his aura, his Breath Concealing Skill had already reached an extremely profound level and operated at every moment. Unless he intentionally released his imposing presence, he looked like nothing more than an ordinary Early Stage Half-step Great Saint expert.

Around him sat several young men and women similarly dressed in brocade robes. Every one of them had restrained auras and gleaming eyes, their cultivation deep and profound. Even the laws around them seemed to stagnate. They were all terrifying figures just one step away from entering the Great Saint Realm. Even the weakest among them was not much inferior to Bi Jingwei, while some were even stronger than him.

Especially the young man who had spoken. His aura was comparable to Beast Kun's back then. The strength of this group was simply unimaginable.

Among them, a young man in yellow robes sat calmly in his seat, his expression indifferent. He did not take the words of the young man in magnificent robes to heart.

"Exactly, exactly. These natives of the True Martial Realm really treat their own world as the entire world. Number one beneath the Great Saint Realm? Are they worthy? They are merely natives who have lost their inheritance!"

"Yes, their former glory has long since vanished. All that remains is the stupidity of natives!"

The other disciples all chimed in, their expressions exceptionally arrogant. They