"Xue Feng, I heard you got beaten by some country bumpkin from a minor star region. Is that true?"
"Yeah, Xue Feng, you've disgraced yourself all the way into the minor star regions? Come on, tell your big brothers—what's that bumpkin from the minor star region called, and what does he look like? Maybe if we run into him someday, we can avenge you."
"Hahaha, exactly, Xue Feng. Hurry up and tell us. Don't be embarrassed."
"What a joke."
Atop a towering cliff, a group of young men gathered together, laughing uproariously at the young man standing at the front.
The one they were laughing at was Xue Feng, the fellow from the Snow Mountain Sword Sect whom Li Xiaoyao had frightened away earlier. News spread quickly; by now, all the prodigies of the Mist Map Star Region knew that he had been scared off by Li Xiaoyao.
As native prodigies of the Mist Map Star Region, they possessed a natural sense of superiority toward these prodigies from minor star regions.
Listening to the waves of mockery, Xue Feng's face darkened.
These bastards really knew how to poke where it hurt.
Ever since the news had spread, he had become the laughingstock of all the Mist Map Star Region's prodigies.
He had been scared away by a country bumpkin from a minor star region.
It was enough to make a laughingstock of him.
"I'm telling you, that guy isn't simple—especially the fellow beside him carrying twin hammers."
"Not only would I have had to run, even if you ran into them, you'd have to—"
Before Xue Feng could finish, his eyes froze as he stared blankly below.
"Have to what? Finish what you were saying. Leave your words half-spoken, and your son will be born without an asshole."
"Everyone, forget