The instant Hua Min'er and the others arrived, Ling Tian sensed them. Seeing that familiar figure, his expression grew complicated, and for a moment he even forgot he was still undergoing tribulation. Fortunately, his strength was formidable, and Po Qiong reminded him. He finally came to his senses and, after a brief flurry of activity, made it through safely.
Seeing Ling Tian's battered appearance, Ren Heng sneered. "So this is the so-called genius you people keep talking about? He barely managed to undergo tribulation, and he looked this wretched doing it. How laughable. Brother Wen Jian, you actually lost to someone like him."
Ren Heng hadn't bothered to lower his voice, so everyone present heard him. Quite a few people snickered. But many feared his status as someone from the Immortal Spirit Palace and didn't dare say much, only sneering to themselves and thinking he didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
"Tsk, tsk. Where did this ignorant brat come from?" A coarse voice rang out. Xing Ao sneered repeatedly. "Wen Dao, who is this guy? Has he got water in his head?"
Wen Dao also disliked the arrogant Ren Heng, but he didn't respond to Xing Ao's taunt.
"Hmph. People from the Demon Spirit Palace, I hear you've always been a step behind my Immortal Spirit Palace." Ren Heng snorted and looked at Xing Ao. "I wonder which of our people beat you at your Cultivator Assembly."
"Hey, Brother Wen Jian, who's this guy? He never even took part in the Cultivator Assembly, yet he dares to spout such nonsense here." Xing Zhan sneered, making no effort to hide his aura. "Kid, how about a match? Let's see if I can't hack you to pieces!"
"He's just a blindly conceited man. He's not worth paying attention to." Wen