However, Xue Jingqing's imagination had been beautiful, while reality was brutally harsh.
Li Zhōujūn had not revealed the despairing expression he wanted to see.
That left Xue Jingqing extremely unhappy.
"Forget it." Xue Jingqing looked at Li Zhōujūn's calm face and sighed. "Insects like you were born lowly, so naturally, you've never seen anything impressive. The phrase 'the fearless ignorance of the uninformed' suits you perfectly.
"But today, this Young Master will show you what the world is really like—and what a truly grand occasion is!"
Just as Xue Jingqing was preparing to fully reveal his fourth-rank Origin Lord cultivation and intimidate everyone present,
Emperor Fúmèng's cold laugh rang out. "You wet-behind-the-ears brat, where did you get all this confidence? I let you slap me, and nothing happened. How can you still be so confident?"
As soon as Emperor Fúmèng said this,
the corner of Lu Hua Jun's mouth twitched. After all, she had truly experienced Xue Jingqing's strength. That power had absolutely surpassed Eternal Twelfth Stage!
At the same time,
helplessness appeared in Li Zhōujūn's eyes. He could naturally tell that Xue Jingqing was a fourth-rank Origin Lord, while the old man who had remained silent beside Xue Jingqing was a Twelfth-Rank Source Emperor.
In front of those two, even for Emperor Fúmèng to call himself an insect would be flattering himself.
Faced with Emperor Fúmèng's mocking sarcasm, Xue Jingqing narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
Because he was also curious. Why had Emperor Fúmèng been completely unharmed after taking his palm strike, and why could he even provoke him now?
"Fine. Today, I'll let you lower-realm insects learn what despair means!" Xue Jingqing could not understand why Emperor Fúmèng had remained safe and sound after taking his palm strike, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
The moment