Beating, Slaps

Although her voice was tiny, like the buzz of a mosquito, everyone present was highly cultivated, with sharp ears and keen eyes. They heard every word clearly.

General Scarlet Flame's expression turned even uglier. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, or simply shut Feng Wu's troublemaking mouth.

Lin Ming acted as though he had not heard Feng Wu's sour mockery at all. He even stretched lazily and yawned, looking utterly unconcerned, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Say whatever you want. Your mouth is on your face, after all. Even if the entire Fire Phoenix Empire is destroyed, it has nothing to do with my own interests. I'm not from the Fire Phoenix Empire. I only came here on a whim, merely passing through. Helping you is a favor; not helping you is my right. You caused this trouble yourselves, so solve it yourselves. I have no obligation to wipe your asses."

At that moment, Tuoba Xiong, who had been floating in midair and watching the thrilling internal conflict below with relish as if watching monkeys perform, finally fixed his gaze on Lin Ming.

His eyes sharpened, like a beast that had discovered its true prey, filled with fighting spirit and scrutiny.

"You're Lin Ming?" Tuoba Xiong's voice carried a trace of excitement and appraisal as he looked Lin Ming up and down.

"I've heard of you. As a Ninth Tier cultivator, you killed four Tenth Tier Generals of my Sirius Empire in succession. I always thought that someone capable of such a feat would at least be a worthy opponent, someone with three heads and six arms. Who would have thought you looked so ordinary? And you're a coward too, hiding behind a woman to watch the show, letting