"Damn it! You treat me like this today—aren't you afraid of being held accountable someday?!"
The young man's face was filled with resentment, the fury in his eyes seeming ready to burn everyone before him to ashes. He gritted his teeth, yet there was nothing he could do. He felt deeply humiliated by his plight.
"Oh, I remember him. He was rather well-known where we came from. His talent was exceptional, but he lacked a famous master to guide him. The fact that he could enter Immortal Ancient with us shows that he is no ordinary person."
A cultivator in the crowd recognized the young man and deeply sympathized with his situation, but he did not dare step forward on his behalf.
"What a pity. Without a sufficiently powerful background, what good is great fortune? Such is the fate of independent cultivators!"
Another man wore a sorrowful expression and sighed softly.
The cultivator world was this cruel. The bloody reality had long made all independent cultivators understand the hardships of the world. How many people in the entire world could be like Shi Hao, crushing heaven and earth beneath his feet and rising against the odds through countless obstacles? Even Shi Hao had endured unimaginable hardships, narrowly escaping death time and again along the way.
"Kid, we have stood tall in the Nine Heavens for countless years and still look down upon all living beings. What sort of people have we not seen? What sort of hardships have we not encountered? Mere independent cultivators are like weeds by the roadside. Face reality!"
The speaker was Sword Valley's representative. He was the manager of this stronghold and held a rather high status, so his words were utterly merciless.
This ancient Sword Valley lineage gave him the confidence to look down on