Inside the wooden hut, the older cultivator had originally intended to visit a friend. The moment he opened the door and saw that sign, he became furious. When he saw that it was Little Food Saint, whom he recognized, he decided not to provoke him and turned to leave.
"Loser. Next." Little Food Saint sneered.
The older cultivator was enraged. His cultivation was higher than Little Food Saint's, and his unwillingness to provoke him wasn't because he was afraid. It was because Little Food Saint was the Food Saint's son and had too lofty a status. Winning would be awkward, while losing would be humiliating. Yet now he had actually been cursed at like this.
"Stop." The older cultivator shouted angrily.
Little Food Saint sneered. "Got a problem?"
"I originally didn't want to bother with you out of respect for Senior Food Saint. Since you've spoken so arrogantly, this old man will teach you a lesson. That way, I won't bring shame upon the Hua Sheng lineage." The older cultivator roared.
In the distance, Lu Yin heard this and was surprised. This person was from the Hua Sheng lineage?
"The Hua Sheng lineage? Great. Let's have some fun." Little Food Saint was excited.
Before long, the older cultivator's arm shattered, blood dripping onto the ground as he stared at Little Food Saint in shock.
He had long heard that Little Food Saint possessed tremendous strength, as did everyone in the Food Saint lineage. He hadn't cared, since his cultivation realm surpassed this young man's. Yet he had never expected to be completely powerless to resist.
"Loser. Next." Little Food Saint began provoking others, blocking the wooden hut. He even lengthened the sign until the entire Floating Island could see it, directly challenging everyone.
Lu Yin finally had some peace, but