The cold-looking young man also agreed. "No matter how formidable he is, he's still only a low-ranking disciple. There's a huge gap between him and those true high-ranking disciples. I don't believe he can get very far—at most, he'll reach the twentieth floor."
An old man sighed. "That child is far too arrogant and overbearing. He doesn't know how to be humble or cautious, so he'll surely make countless enemies. I don't think he'll live much longer. What a waste of that power."
Shang Mi's expression was extremely ugly. He did not know how far Six Three could go, but he understood that Six Three would definitely become someone he could not afford to provoke.
He was still wondering how Six Three had suddenly obtained such powerful strength, and what fortuitous opportunity he had encountered.
He regretted it deeply now. Had he known this would happen, he would not have bullied Six Three. His days ahead might be miserable.
The woman Zhao Fu had flirted with wore an angry expression. She still remembered how Zhao Fu had teased her, and that bastard had ruined her reputation as well.
She even wanted to kill that bastard now, but she understood that her strength was nowhere near enough. She could only hope someone would vent her anger for her and teach that bastard a proper lesson.
At this moment, Zhao Fu had already arrived on the fifteenth floor. As soon as he entered, he saw a tall, handsome young man, as though he had been waiting for him.
"So you're that arrogant low-ranking disciple?" the tall young man asked, staring at Zhao Fu.
Zhao Fu recalled that people on the floors below had said someone upstairs would teach him a lesson. It seemed it was this young man before him.
This young