Never Back Down

An Bulang called himself an ordinary cultivator from the lower realm, once again wounding the pride of the Chaoyang Holy Sect disciples.

If he was an ordinary cultivator from the lower realm, then what did that make Qinghe and Qingxue, who had been defeated by such an ordinary lower-realm cultivator? Qingxue was the Chaoyang Holy Sect's Candidate Saintess. Did the sect's prodigies have no pride at all?

"An Lang... you've gone too far! I won't let you off!"

Qingxue lay on the ground, her face red and swollen, her teeth leaking air as she spoke viciously.

"You actually dared to humiliate the Chaoyang Holy Sect like this..." Qinghe was equally furious.

An Bulang sighed, looking wronged. "I'm confused too. You were the ones who kept calling us lower-realm cultivators. Now that I've called myself a lower-realm cultivator, you're angry again. What exactly do you want from me?"

The youth looked utterly aggrieved, but his words fell upon the ears of some prodigies like several more slaps across the face. Yet they could not say anything further, and they held their anger in until they were nearly suppressing themselves into heart demons.

The two Profound Immortals from the Chaoyang Holy Sect who had been watching the spectacle also stepped in.

They had come to mediate and soothe the emotions of the two prodigies, especially Qingxue, that rather spoiled Celestial Second Generation, lest she do something excessive to the cultivators from the Primordial Continent again.

At the same time, the two Profound Immortals looked at the youth with astonishment in their eyes. They clearly found it difficult to understand how such a monstrous prodigy had emerged from the lower realm.

"No matter what foundation this An Lang possesses or where he comes from, do your best to befriend him. Do not offend