"What does 249 mean?" At that moment, a cultivator from the Upper Heavens actually turned around and asked.
He had heard of 250, but what did 249 mean?
The smile on Nangong Wentian's face deepened. "Go back and think about it yourself. I can't be bothered answering such an idiotic question."
The Upper Heavens cultivator's face stiffened.
Then he suddenly understood.
...It meant he was not even as good as 250?
In an instant, his face flushed even redder, and killing intent surged from him. That damned bastard had actually insulted him in such a roundabout way!
The others were the same. Every one of them desperately wanted to kill Nangong Wentian!
A Fight to the Death
"It's the truce period now. Breaking the rules and attacking will get you wiped out by the rules, you know." Watching the Upper Heavens cultivators outside the fortress turn red with rage, Nangong Wentian reminded them with a beaming smile.
"Hmph, let you live a few more days!"
The Upper Heavens cultivators flung their sleeves and left one after another.
"That's right. Scurrying away like dogs with their tails between their legs—that suits you lot much better, doesn't it? Everyone, am I right?"
How could Nangong Wentian possibly let such a fine chance to mock them slip away? At once, he unleashed a torrent of flowery abuse, lavishing the Upper Heavens cultivators with praise.
"Damn, if you told me that mouth of his hadn't been trained, I wouldn't believe you."
Not only were the Upper Heavens cultivators stunned, even the Emperor Alliance cultivators of Yellow Fortress were dumbfounded and thoroughly impressed.
Nangong Wentian was the person with the strongest "output ability" they had ever encountered. The moment his little mouth opened, a torrent of flowery abuse came pouring out.
Knowing they could not