"Brother Li, don't act rashly."
Someone nearby also spotted Xia Ping, and his face immediately changed. He had clearly recognized Xia Ping. Without another word, he instantly grabbed hold of the burly man in the red vest.
He felt that things had gotten serious. He couldn't let this burly man keep courting death, lest he harm both himself and others.
"Brother Pan, why are you pulling me? Does this kid have some sort of background that scared you? So what if he's some rich second-generation brat who got in through the back door? Does he dare strut around the Primordial Sacred Land? Who here doesn't have a background? Is it this kid's turn to throw his weight around?"
Seeing the look on his companion's face, the burly man in the red vest grew even angrier. He thought his companion feared the kid's background and had been intimidated by this rich young master.
What he hated most in his life were people who threw their weight around. They acted as if having a good father meant they could run wild and tyrannize others, beyond anyone's ability to deal with them.
Back then, a rich second-generation brat had stolen his girlfriend and cuckolded him. Even now, he still bore a grudge, deeply despising those bastards born with privileged backgrounds.
"No, Brother Li. This kid is Xia Ping," his companion said in a low voice.
"What? Xia Ping? That Eastern Universe guy who wreaked havoc in the inner sect and left countless inner sect disciples running around like headless chickens?!" The burly man in the red vest was immediately startled upon hearing this.
To be honest, he had only just emerged from seclusion and did not know much about what had happened in the Primordial Sacred Land.
Yet no matter how ignorant he