"You!"
Hearing Xia Ping speak so condescendingly, as if he were an elder lecturing a junior, Lu Boming was furious. His face flushed red, and he wanted nothing more than to bite the bastard to death.
Who was he, and who was this kid? What gave him the right to lecture him like his own father, as if he were giving him some kind of life lesson?
And now he was telling him to keep his tail between his legs, focus on cultivating, and stop getting ahead of himself!
As if!
He, Lu Boming, was a heaven-blessed prodigy, a king's descendant, born noble and superior to others. Who could restrain him? Who could make him keep his tail between his legs from now on?
The spectators were speechless, too. This kid was shameless to the extreme. He claimed he hadn't taken Lu Boming's life out of respect for his senior, but that was complete nonsense.
During the duels in Sun Moon City, the system monitored everything. If anyone's life was in danger, they would be teleported away immediately. No one's life was ever at risk.
Yet this bastard made it sound as if he'd spared Lu Boming as a favor, and even expected him to be grateful. How could his face be so thick? Even a Laser Cannon probably couldn't pierce it.
"What's wrong, Senior Lu? Still not convinced? Want to fight again? This time, I'll let you use both hands and feet. If you can so much as touch a single hair on my head, you win."
Xia Ping glanced at him sidelong.
What a bastard!
The spectators gritted their teeth. You'd already beaten Lu Boming to a pulp and broken all four of his limbs. He had no strength left to fight. Even moving a finger would take