"You reckless rat! How dare you act so arrogantly in front of Senior Brother Xu! Just wait—he'll teach you a lesson!"
Before the Mountain Gate, thousands of Sword Cultivators clenched their fists and glared indignantly at Ye Kang on the platform.
Most of them were outer-sect laborers. Though they could receive uniforms and swords, they had no status in the White Moon Sword Sect, and their cultivation usually peaked at Spirit Transformation.
But even these outer-sect disciples, as insignificant as blades of grass, couldn't help puffing out their chests when they thought of how the White Moon Sword Sect was thriving.
So now they were all furious. They wouldn't allow anyone to provoke their sect like this.
Some secretly spat in contempt. "Shameless wretch. He's gotten bold enough to do whatever he wants with the Imperial Court backing him. He'll learn his place once Senior Brother Xu defeats him."
"Why wait for Senior Brother Xu to act? Any one of the Ten Prodigies could beat this fool to a pulp!"
The Sword Cultivators spoke with absolute certainty, their eyes feverishly fixed on the ten of them.
The Ten Prodigies were invincible, the kings of the younger generation. That belief had long since taken root in their hearts.
Feeling the fervent atmosphere around him, Ye Kang frowned slightly and said coolly, "The White Moon Sword Sect really is good at brainwashing."
"What did you say?"
A tall member of the Ten Prodigies immediately stepped forward. Before the referee could say a word, he impatiently slashed at Ye Kang.
No one objected, and no one stopped him. The duel began just like that, without ceremony.
Ye Kang sidestepped. Sword Qi crashed down in front of him, carving a deep trench into the ground.
"Your strength isn't enough. You'd be better off not