"Damn it, how did this mudleg get such a high level and such powerful skills?"
Cheng Xin, the head of the wealthy Cheng Family in Li City's Lower District, watched the barrage of water bullets raze the entire Cheng Family estate to the ground, and an overwhelming sense of powerlessness rose within him.
He was level 35, an uncrowned king throughout the entire Lower District.
Yet he did not dare take the water bullets head-on and could only count himself lucky to escape with his life.
"How dare he? A mere mudleg actually..." Rage burst uncontrollably from his heart as he roared his questions at the distant figure.
Lu Xingshi arrived astride a water dragon.
"Why wouldn't I dare? Mudlegs can die, and so can you. What difference is there between you and mudlegs?" Lu Xingshi asked with a smile.
He had quite a favorable impression of this Cheng Family head, especially after learning that despite being level 35, Cheng Xin's combat power was weak as a chick.
"As mudlegs, you should be kneeling beneath our feet instead of committing such insubordination."
"There is no place for you anywhere in the Da Ci Dynasty!!!" Cheng Xin's fury, laced with contempt, made Lu Xingshi feel that something was seriously wrong with this fellow.
He was already at death's door, yet he still had such thoughts. That ingrained sense of superiority truly could not be cured.
"Are those your last words? If you have nothing else to say, I'll send you on your way." Lu Xingshi did not care about Cheng Xin's words in the slightest.
If he did not kill him, would the Da Ci Dynasty suddenly have a place for him? That was simply impossible.
If one wanted to become an official while one's specialty ran completely contrary to the