"This junior of the Baili Family doesn't look like much either. He can't even hold back this little bit of anger?"
"I think so too. They've barely fought, and he's already used a divine ability. He lacks composure—the outcome is decided."
"Indeed. This child is good in every way except for his temperament. He still needs more experience out in the world."
"With such little composure, if he suffered some major blow or another, wouldn't his Dao Heart shatter on the spot?"
"This child looks rather pampered."
On the high platform, a group of Quasi-Saint experts commented on Baili Tusu in the arena.
As the protagonist's father, the Baili Family Patriarch could only smile along.
Before those he could not afford to offend, he could only smile along.
Before those he could afford to offend, he did not forget to throw a few barbs their way.
Yet from beginning to end, he did not dare say a single word against them. He could only listen.
And endure.
"The Baili Family's divine ability, Flame Prison, does have some substance to it."
"To activate Flame Prison, the first condition is that you must be severely wounded and on the brink of death. You should thank Ye Lin for not striking too heavily, and for not continuing to attack afterward."
"Otherwise, before Flame Prison could even be activated, the boy would already be dead."
A cold laugh reached the Baili Family Patriarch's ears.
Those words made anger surge within him.
He was at least a figure of some standing in the Eastern Region. Saying a few things was one matter, but now this had turned into a personal attack. How could he endure that?
Just as he was about to turn around and retort furiously—
The instant he saw who had spoken, his