"Is it funny? Keep laughing like an idiot!" That mercilessly mocking voice was cold as ice, frigid as frost, sharp as needles, keen as arrows.
It pierced straight into the heart.
It hurt even more than a saltwater-soaked whip cracking viciously across torn skin!
At once, the Heaven-ranked powerhouse who had provoked the trouble was utterly humiliated.
Not only he himself, but also the friends at his side and those who had laughed along to flatter him all felt too ashamed to show their faces.
Endure it?
There was no way he could endure it!
This was a barefaced slap to the face—he absolutely could not swallow it!
If he had not been a Heaven-ranked powerhouse, then gritting his teeth and shrinking into his shell like a turtle would have been one thing. Others might have despised him, but they would not have said much. But as a Level Three Heaven-ranked powerhouse, if he did not even dare answer an enemy's mockery, could he still keep his face? Surely all his companions would look at him from then on as though saying, "Look at that coward."
He knew he had fallen into a trap. He knew his opponent was trying to provoke him. He knew the enemy was not someone to be trifled with.
But there was no possibility of backing down.
Gritting his teeth.
The Heaven-ranked powerhouse whose body had been frozen in place erupted with earthshaking power. His aura burst forth like an erupting volcano, and the shockwave shook the entire scene like a hurricane. As he twisted his body, his fist streaked through the air like a meteor; there was no time to Capture it before it had already torn through the air.
"Die!" The provoking Heaven-ranked warrior resembled a vajra, his fist a meteor. Riding the