"Trash, trash. This piece of trash has really turned the heavens upside down! No respect for age or rank—he's only just arrived and already this arrogant. He doesn't put me, his second brother, in his eyes at all. What's going to happen later?"
Feng Yu cursed without the slightest restraint. As the second son of a Phoenix clan Grand Elder, even the clan chief, a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, had to be courteous when he saw him.
When had he ever suffered such indignity?
Who would normally dare speak to him like this?
The last Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal who had spoken to him that way now had grass three meters high growing over his grave.
But when it came to Hong Batian, there was truly nothing he could do.
The old man behind him was speechless. As the second son of a Grand Elder, Feng Yu had been born with noble status. The blood of the exalted True Phoenix flowed through his veins, and his talent was unparalleled throughout the ages.
By rights, at over thirty thousand years old, he should at least have been a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal. Yet all these years, he had cared only for eating, drinking, and pleasure, squandering his exceptional talent. Even now, he was merely a True Immortal.
Such superb talent, along with those vast resources, had all been wasted for nothing.
And what about the Third Young Master? When the Grand Elder had brought him back, he had only been an Earth Immortal. Now, after a few hundred years, his cultivation had already entered the middle stage of the Heavenly Immortal realm. Before long, he would be able to step into the True Immortal realm.
No wonder the Third Young Master called you trash.
Of course, the old man only dared