Calling it a wound had already shattered every last bit of dignity deep in their hearts. He truly had no intention of giving them even a shred of face.
Still, perhaps this was also a way to help them grow—to let them know exactly what sort of people they were, what they should and should not do. That was the right approach.
If you kept spoiling someone too much, then, to put it bluntly, they would not even be able to recognize what kind of person they were.
Wouldn't that make things completely troublesome? That was why Saint Lord Taichu had always done this.
The most terrifying thing for a person was having no clear understanding of themselves, always entertaining these unrealistic ideas.
Saint Lord Taichu said with a smile, "You think those messy little tricks of yours are enough to get the better of me? Don't even dream about it."
Mango had been so competitive his entire life. Why? Because he had never underestimated any opponent. He believed everyone had something they excelled at.
If you underestimated others or thought they were idiots, then, generally speaking, you were the real idiot.
That was why Saint Lord Taichu felt rather helpless from every angle. In Saint Lord Taichu's eyes—
As long as someone could catch his attention to a certain extent, that person was definitely no fool. Except for this group standing before him.
This group was nothing but hotheaded fools, like people with no sense at all. No matter how much people like them caught his attention, he would never take them seriously.
After all, Saint Lord Taichu believed that strength had to come first. Without strength, nothing you said mattered.
That was why strength was what truly made one powerful. If you had no strength, then nothing you