The man was built like an iron tower and dressed carelessly, leaving more than half his powerful muscles exposed. Knotted sinews bulged along both arms, and his bald head resembled an enormous meatball. Even in a crowd, he would undoubtedly stand out.
As he spoke, his wide mouth split open to reveal a row of teeth. A scar running from the corner of his mouth to the corner of his eye resembled a vicious dragon, lending him a ruthless, domineering air.
His eyes radiated a savage arrogance. One glance was enough to tell that he regularly licked blood from a blade's edge, setting him clearly apart from those other arrogant geniuses who looked as though they had been raised within an academy.
As the man spoke, his eyes held a mocking half-smile that only made him look more terrifying.
Hearing his question, Senior Sister Yuan, dressed in a long purple gown, said nothing. Instead, she stopped and turned her gaze toward Qin Wuyou and Xiao Ming.
What was that supposed to mean? A provocation?
Qin Wuyou gave a contemptuous smile, having no intention of responding to the man's provocation.
He could ignore it, but Xiao Ming beside him could not simply stand by and watch.
In particular, the naked contempt and provocation toward Qin Wuyou in the man's words were more than Xiao Ming could tolerate.
Boom!
Suddenly, a powerful aura erupted from Xiao Ming. Streams of invisible Sword Qi descended like countless falling stars, sweeping toward the man opposite him to crush him.
The man had initially looked mocking and indifferent, but upon sensing Xiao Ming's powerful Sword Qi, his mocking smile vanished, replaced by a rare trace of solemnity.
"Well, well. Looks like I underestimated you!"
The man gave a cold smile. His iron-tower frame neither dodged nor