Everyone turned to look. Seated atop an incomparably luxurious carriage was a young man, while two young men carrying long spears stood before it.
The young man lounged against the side, propping up his chin with one hand as he watched Ye Lin's group with a face full of mockery.
"Our young master says for you to move aside. Don't block the road."
The two young men before the carriage spoke with utter disdain.
These prodigies from minor starfields were all trash, each one looking as though they had crawled out of a filthy ditch—utterly irritating.
"What did you say?"
Li Xiaoyao strode forward with the Wind Thunder Twin Hammers in hand and shouted. This time, Ye Lin did not stop him.
If someone bullied you right in front of your face and you still had no temper at all, then what had you worked so hard to cultivate for?
To be mocked by those stronger than yourself?
"I said, get lost."
The young man's face turned cold. He slowly moved one hand behind his back and gripped the long spear there.
"Heh. Then let's see whether you have what it takes to make me get lost. Both of you, come at me together."
Li Xiaoyao said flatly, holding the Wind Thunder Twin Hammers.
At those words, the two young men exchanged a glance. Both raised their spears, smiles appearing on their faces.
These prodigies from minor starfields were weak as hell, yet every last one of them was more arrogant than the next.
Did they really think this was their little starfield back home?
Did they really think they were still peerless prodigies?
"Hehe, then let us see just how much you're worth."
After saying that, the two young men attacked first with their spears. Meanwhile, the young man