Madness, Lawlessness!

"Bai Ye! Who are you calling trash? A weakling whose Blood Qi value isn't even a fraction of mine—what right do you have to spout such nonsense?!" Feng Changming's eyes turned icy as he slammed the table and rose, murderous intent twisting his expression!

"Hehehe..." Bai Ye laughed loudly, his smile wild and arrogant. His gaze swept across everyone's furious faces as he said, word by word, "Don't misunderstand. I'm not targeting you. What I mean is, everyone here... is trash!"

"What did you say?!"

"If you've got the guts, say that again, you bastard!"

All twenty examinees slammed their tables and stood, their furious gazes nearly tearing Bai Ye to shreds.

Yet Bai Ye paid them no mind. He cast a disdainful glance at the instructor. "Oh, I nearly forgot. You're trash too."

"Bastard!" The instructor flew into a rage. "Are you trying to die?!"

If not for the important figures behind the monitors still needing to watch the match, he would have rushed over and twisted Bai Ye's head off right then.

All manner of vile curses rang out without end, and the scene descended into chaos.

Behind the monitors, in that lavish hall.

The impeccably dressed big shots burst into laughter.

"This madman really is amusing."

"I can see it now. He didn't come here to compete at all. He came here to kill himself."

"Miss Lu, are you sure you want to bet three hundred million on this madman?"

The light in Lu Yao's eyes gradually turned dangerous. Just as she was about to speak, the youth's brazen voice came from the screen.

"Hey, hey, hey, can you so-called big shots hear me?"

The smiles in the hall abruptly froze. They frowned slightly and looked toward the large monitor, where the youth in a burgundy suit