"That arrogant brat thinks we're soft persimmons he can squeeze however he likes, does he?" Xin Shang, sect master of the Blood Shadow Gate, looked at the flyer in his hand and sneered.
"He has the strength to be arrogant." Ge Feiyun, sect master of the Demon Spirit Sect, gave a coquettish laugh. His tongue swept across his lips, and his sultry gaze drifted over the others. "Which of you here could take down the Returning Dragon Temple alone? Only the prodigies up above could manage a feat like that."
"Nothing but a prancing clown!" Zhao Tulong of the Blood Separation Sect turned the wine cup in his hand. "Throughout history, how many prodigies have died before their time? Only those who survive deserve to be called prodigies..."
"When the heavens grow wild, rain follows; when men grow wild, disaster follows. He's just a fool who doesn't realize death is at his doorstep." A flame rose from Pei Yanzong's fingertips, reducing the flyer in his hand to ash. "The Qian City Cup? He destroyed the Returning Dragon Temple. Every Righteous Path sect fears becoming the next Returning Dragon Temple. They'd love to use our hands to get rid of him. Why would they help him? We'll be lucky if they don't trip him up behind the scenes. Neither the righteous nor the evil will tolerate him, yet he's still prancing about so merrily. Heh!"
"We must not underestimate him." Shen Kuang of the Profound Darkness Cult surveyed the others. "Look at everything Lin Bai has done since entering the world. He has secured his position at every step and suffered almost no defeats. How could such a man be easy to deal with? If we capsize in a gutter, those Righteous Path sects will reap the benefits. They may not