The Place Despised by Death

Lin Cheng stood in the void, his expression complicated as he listened to the fervent discussion below about how to make him bow his head in submission and kneel on the ground...

There was not much anger in his heart.

It was not that he was overly magnanimous and truly did not care about what others said. It was simply that this group was too weak... so weak that a casual strike from him might wipe them all out. Perhaps a single breath could blow a whole swath of them to death...

Such beings simply could not stir any anger in him.

They were insignificant.

Just as people generally would not care how the ants at their feet discussed them, to Lin Cheng, these people—even Elder Hai, who was at the Divine Bridge Realm—had merely just entered the Divine Bridge Realm. At most, they were slightly larger ants.

And yet this bunch was discussing how to attack Crouching Dragon Mountain right at his doorstep, beneath his very eyes... For a moment, Lin Cheng did not know whether to laugh or cry.

The ignorant truly knew no fear...

These people probably had not even figured out much about Crouching Dragon Mountain, yet they were already boasting shamelessly and declaring that they would subdue him?

"The descendant of Ten Thousand Swords City's City Lord, a human genius of Ten Thousand Swords City... is this really all you are?"

For some reason, Lin Cheng felt an indescribable disappointment at that moment.

Ten Thousand Swords City... He had originally been rather curious about it, even somewhat admiring of it. He admired how, in the Heavenly Realm where danger lurked on every side for humanity, it had stepped forward to hold up a patch of sky for the human race... Yet now that he had