"Hahahahahahaha..."
Zhang Yu lay on the ground like a child, rolling around nonstop and letting out peal after peal of ear-piercing laughter.
His laughter seemed to hold all the sweetness, bitterness, sourness, and spice of life. It stirred pity in those who heard it, yet there was something indescribably strange about it too.
The disciples nearby, who never minded a spectacle getting out of hand, stood well back, whispering among themselves.
Yet, despite finding Zhang Yu's current state ridiculous, none of them dared laugh openly at him.
After all, though Zhang Yu usually acted somewhat unhinged, his strength was not to be underestimated.
They knew perfectly well that offending him with a careless remark could bring them no end of trouble later.
Besides, there was another central figure in this farce-Zhao Yuan.
Compared with Zhang Yu, Zhao Yuan was far stronger in both personal strength and Lineage background. He was someone the overwhelming majority of disciples could not afford to provoke.
That was precisely why so many people lowered themselves to flatter and fawn over him, desperate to curry his favor.
"You're fucking infuriating! You're nothing but a puddle of rotten mud that can't be plastered onto a wall, no matter how hard anyone tries!
"In that case, just disappear from this world! Stop taking up space and wasting the Sect's resources!"
Seeing Zhang Yu continue laughing madly without the slightest response, Ying Ming Hao finally lost his patience and roared in fury.
Then he raised his heavy foot and viciously kicked Zhang Yu.
Each kick came with a sharp whistle of wind, as though he wanted to vent every last scrap of his anger.
Yet, faced with this brutal assault, Zhang Yu remained like a statue, neither dodging nor even blinking.
He simply kept laughing to himself, as