"You're nothing but a lump of shit, and you think you're worthy of becoming my Dao Companion? Even a booger on Jiang Ping An's body is better than you!"
Meng Jing felt sickened by her own words, but she did not stop and continued cursing:
"Why don't you piss on the ground and take a good look at yourself? How are you anywhere near Jiang Ping An's equal?"
"You've only cultivated for over a decade longer than him. What is there to show off about? Jiang Ping An has only cultivated for a year. If you had only cultivated for a year, Jiang Ping An could slap you to death!"
"Three years—no, just one year! In one year, Jiang Ping An will beat you like a dog!"
Meng Jing cursed loudly. Once she was done, she did not wait for Zhou Feng to speak before grabbing Jiang Ping An and jumping onto the Flying Boat.
The highest realm of insulting someone was giving them no chance to retort, choking them with frustration.
The surrounding geniuses wanted to laugh but did not dare to, so they could only hold it in.
Listening to Meng Jing curse him was truly satisfying.
This Zhou Feng was even more arrogant than Feng Yuchen, and he did not fit in with the group. No one liked him.
Zhou Feng's face alternated between pale and red. In his seventeen years of life, this was the first time he had suffered such humiliation.
If not for the last shred of reason he possessed, he would have already drawn his sword and cut her down.
"Bitch! Just you wait!"
Zhou Feng boarded the Flying Boat with a gloomy expression, unwilling to face the mocking gazes of the crowd any longer.
He swore inwardly that he would find a