"Damn, that fat bastard. Why's he so damn cocky?"
"Even his lackeys are this arrogant. Is there no justice in this world?"
"He's so infuriating. I want to beat that fat bastard until he's several times fatter than he is now."
"Don't try to stop me. I want to beat him to death right now."
Hearing Feng Hetang's words, the candidates were so furious their noses practically bent out of shape, and it looked like smoke might start pouring from their heads. They had never seen anyone so arrogant in their lives.
It was bad enough that he wanted to monopolize the Wine Bottle Tree and keep all the water for himself. He wouldn't even let them complain, and said they didn't know how to appreciate a favor or how to speak properly. Even arrogance had its limits. He was looking down on them far too much.
Seeing the crowd seethe, Feng Hetang immediately grew a little nervous and hurried to hide behind Xia Ping, acting like a bully who relied on his master.
"Pretty boy."
The flat-top candidate stepped forward and glared at Xia Ping. "You'd better teach your dog a lesson and stop him from jumping out to get himself killed. If you piss us off, you won't even know how you died."
He cracked his knuckles, displaying the strength of the Fourth Heaven of Martial Artist Realm. His terrifying aura surged, and even among the many candidates, his strength ranked near the top.
Even Xu Yuntian from before probably wouldn't have been any stronger. No wonder he was so cocky and confident.
"Got a problem with that?"
Xia Ping glanced at him and said coolly, "Come over here and die."
"Pretty boy, you're asking for it!" Hearing this, the flat-top candidate was so furious his lungs nearly