"Hahahaha, I get it now! You must be with that brat. Look, he's all alone now. Just wait and watch him get beaten! Hahahaha..."
Su Mei leaned against a rock, her swollen eyes opening into narrow slits as she looked at Qing Yun, Wang Yong, and the others and laughed uproariously.
But the swelling was so severe that her once-sweet laughter now sounded like a pig's grunting!
Zhao Yuan, Xu Bai, and the others caught on as well and began hurling all sorts of taunts.
"Hmph, that brat's done for. He thinks he can beat nearly two thousand disciples at his own cultivation level alone? What a pipe dream!"
"Exactly. Now that we know it's him, we'll get people to make their lives hell every day!"
"That brat's dead meat!"
Watching Ming Hao face so many people alone, Qing Yun, Wang Yong, and the others were already beside themselves with worry!
How could they bear hearing Su Mei, Zhao Yuan, and the others sneer like that? They turned and stalked toward them with savage grins!
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?!"
"Senior Sister, we can talk this out!"
"Senior Brother, they said it! It has nothing to do with me!"
"Ow, not the face..."
"Please spare me! Stop kicking..."
Zhao Yuan, Su Mei, and the others immediately began begging for mercy in utter terror, all their earlier arrogance gone!
But Qing Yun, Wang Yong, and the others had finally found someone to vent their anger on. How could they let them off so easily?
Before long, waves of wailing rose from the grounds again, heart-rending screams accompanied by floods of tears!
Ming Hao was panting like an ox now. His stamina had been severely depleted, and both the power and speed of his attacks had fallen far