Grab a Guide!

Grab a Guide! The logic was actually simple.

The Human Race was the weakest. Even if Human Race Cultivators were bullied, they had to swallow their anger.

If they fought back and someone died, then the Human Race would be in the wrong. Anyone could wave the banner of justice and punish them.

"You said your name is Know-It-All?"

"That's right. Surely you've heard of my reputation? Haha, let's call today a misunderstanding. I won't hold it against you."

That sounded unpleasant, so you slapped the right side of his face into a pig's head.

"Is that your name, or your title?"

One side of Know-It-All's face was swollen sky-high, and he had lost a pile of teeth. His words leaked air and came out garbled.

"A title, a title. My real name is Ben'er Bo..."

"Giving yourself that title, does that mean you know a little about everything and know everyone?"

"Heh, I can't say once we leave Blaze Star, but as long as we're on Blaze Star, there's no one I don't know and nothing I don't know!

I, Know-It-All, have lived for four hundred years and made friends all over the world. What faction doesn't have my connections?

Of course, that doesn't include you Human Race. A pile of trash like the Human Race isn't worthy of my notice."

Like the other Alien Races, this guy had once again instinctively discriminated against the Human Race, so you gave him another slap.

This time, you slapped the other side of his face swollen too, turning him completely into a pig's head.

"If you want to live, clean up that mouth of yours!"

"I-I didn't say any dirty words..."

You were truly speechless. This bunch of Alien Races already took despising and looking down on the Human Race as