"You. Apologize!"
They had heard Niu Zhan, ranked one hundredth on the Star Domain Prodigy Ranking, actually dare to call Long Jie, a prodigy of the dragon race, a crawling insect.
The eyes of the Heavenly Demon Sect martial artists traveling with him all turned red.
Xiang Man stepped out through the air on a thick gleam of hoof-light and roared.
"Heh, apologize? I, Niu Zhan, have never had the habit of apologizing to the weak.
If you don't like it, come at me."
As he spoke, Niu Zhan crooked a finger at Xiang Man, his face full of provocation.
In truth, though Xiang Man looked rough and brutish on the surface, his thoughts were actually extremely meticulous.
He had never expected a minotaur to be this powerful.
That punch of his just now, which had turned into a bull-hoof print, had definitely surpassed the power of an ordinary True God–tier Star Art.
Otherwise, there was absolutely no way he could have broken one of Long Jie's dragon claws and sent his body flying with a single strike in a contest of physical strength.
From Niu Zhan, Xiang Man caught the scent of someone like himself.
That was, someone who looked rough, simple, and harmless on the surface, but in reality was a genuine old schemer.
"I gave you a chance, but you're useless. Get lost and stand aside.
I thought with that big frame of yours, you'd have some guts too.
Who knew you were just a silver-plated spearhead—pretty to look at, useless in a fight."
Niu Zhan sneered.
"Haha, Brother Niu, in my opinion, you might as well set up an arena right here and teach these so-called prodigies of the Black Dragon Star Domain how the word 'genius' is really written."
"Exactly. I really don't know why