Seeing Jiang Ping An looking like a drunk, Yan Tong, a female Profound Immortal who had killed only five Fierce Beasts, raised her voice.
"Didn't you hear what the senior just said? Anyone who killed fewer than three Fierce Beasts should leave on their own. Anyone who killed fewer than five should take five steps back."
"I know." Jiang Ping An leaned lazily against a stone pillar.
"If you know, then hurry up and get out of here! Stop holding up the rankings for everyone else. Are you making a spectacle of yourself because you want to be famous?"
Yan Tong looked down on Jiang Ping An. This nobody had come out to waste everyone's time. She even suspected he was deliberately causing a scene to make a name for himself.
"Why should I leave?"
Only then did Jiang Ping An turn his gaze to the female Profound Immortal beside him.
Yan Tong nearly choked on her own breath. She regretted speaking up; it was a waste of words. "Why do you think you should leave? Did you kill five Fierce Beasts?"
"Yes. Seven."
Jiang Ping An answered flatly, his voice weary and languid.
Yan Tong and the others froze at his words, then looked at him with contempt.
"If that drunk killed seven Fierce Beasts, I'll slit my own throat."
"Which faction does this drunk belong to? Get him out of here."
"I need to get back to cultivating and prepare to enter the Kunpeng Secret Realm. Stop wasting time."
The crowd grew impatient, their words turning harsher.
None of them believed the unfamiliar white-haired man. Killing seven Fierce Beasts of the same rank would put him among the very best at the Profound Immortal Realm.
Even the top Profound Immortals of the Six Great Families would struggle to