Life Should Be Lived With a Smile

In the silence, who knew how many ripples of Spiritual Substance rose and fell, hostility surging and killing intent lurking.

At the very front of the crowd, someone squeezed out through clenched teeth, "Everyone present is a renowned veteran powerhouse. Isn't Mister Ji being a little too arrogant with those words?"

Ji Jue looked over at the middle-aged man speaking up for justice, frowned, and asked in utter confusion, "And you are?"

"..."

The middle-aged man's expression darkened further. Rising to his feet, he cupped his fists and said, "I am Liu of Ash Port—"

"Excuse me, never heard of you. Next!"

Ji Jue waved a hand, cutting him off. Turning back, he sighed to Minkler, "See that? Reeks of lowlife, yet he's trying to step out and hold the line for someone. That's fucking hilarious."

The middle-aged man's face instantly flushed red. Enraged, a bloody glint surfaced in his eyes. In an instant, a foul wind rushed at them...

Boom.

Everyone's vision blurred.

Ji Jue had not moved an inch, as though nothing had happened. Yet at his feet lay an extra twisted figure, convulsing madly, foam and blood spilling from his mouth.

In the deathly stillness, no one spoke. One face after another gradually stiffened, brows furrowing.

White Deer killing Embers was one thing, but for him to capsize at such close range was bad enough. The key was... no one had seen what had actually happened!

The God of War leaped up, then took one slap across the face and immediately went to sleep.

The moment he jumped out, he landed right beneath Ji Jue's feet, twitching, struggling, and writhing without end like a maggot... But even a maggot could still spit out some filth. What the fuck could you do!

Useless piece of trash!

"You come