"Guidance?"
Looking at the Holy Son Candidate before him, whose name he did not even know and who seemed so impatient, Li Yun could not help but chuckle.
Then he spoke bluntly on the spot.
"I came to compete for White Emperor City's Holy Son position, not to guide anyone. Who has that much time to waste here with you?"
The moment those words came out.
The other man's expression instantly froze, turning as black as the bottom of a pot.
He could not help roaring, "Li Yun, you're too arrogant!"
Seriously, he was practically about to explode with rage.
When he had asked Li Yun for some guidance, it had merely been a polite remark. Anyone present who had heard it—who the hell would not understand that?
By rights, Li Yun should have exchanged a few courteous words with him.
That way, no matter how today's battle ended, they would at least not offend each other too severely.
But what the hell was Li Yun doing?
He had actually been so blunt, even saying this was a waste of time. Who the hell was he looking down on?
In front of so many people, he was humiliating him so thoroughly that he could not even save face?
Not just him.
Even the other Holy Son Candidates nearby were stunned, the corners of their mouths twitching one after another. They found Li Yun utterly unbelievable—he was practically a greenhorn.
Who talked like that in an occasion like this?
Yet no one had expected.
This was merely the beginning.
Li Yun did not pay the slightest attention to the first Holy Son Candidate who had stepped out to wear him down. He turned and strode to the center of the arena.
"I'm in a hurry. I don't have time to waste