Mao Gao had come from humble beginnings. Not a single one of his ancestors had been a cultivator. He had clawed his way to where he was today through sheer ruthlessness, and he had done more than his share of wicked, despicable things.
The bald man had become a force to be reckoned with among the Handyman Disciples, and he could never have done it without Mao Gao's support. Knowing he was as good as dead, the viciousness in his bones was roused. Like a hungry wolf, he glared at the little girl still "talking big" before him, vowing to drag her down, trample her, and humiliate her in this final battle of his life.
More and more cultivators gathered nearby to watch.
Ye Qingxian must have arranged it.
Almost no one thought Ye Xiaoyao could win this fight.
She was the only one willing to believe that her Junior Sister was no longer the same as before.
This battle was sure to wash away the label of "useless waste" she had once borne.
The fight was about to begin.
I felt none of the pride that came with awakening my bloodline.
Quite the opposite. I was nervous.
From childhood to now, I had either been farming in one place or another, or studying how to cook at home. I had barely fought anyone at all.
And since this was the first time I had awakened my bloodline, I had no idea how strong I really was.
As I had said before, with a bloodline source that had taken so much effort to awaken, even if it wasn't as dazzling in appearance as the Phoenix, it should at least hold its own in strength.
That was why I had been confident enough to challenge him.
As a cultivator of the