His voice was gentle, yet every word rang with weight.
Bai Feiyu looked at the terrified Zhou Sheng before him, the gentle smile on his face undiminished.
As a sword immortal in his previous life, he had always been the focus of the world's attention. He had never been treated with such contempt.
He had hidden his strength, playing the pig to eat the tiger while cultivating in seclusion on Little Mountain Peak. Who would have thought someone would actually take him for a pig today?
Did playing the pig to eat the tiger for too long make people mistake him for a real pig?
Then I'll just have to be unrivaled under heaven for once!
Ever since being dug out of his own grave, Bai Feiyu had been nursing a pent-up resentment. Last night, Leng Qingsong had looked down on him too, and their fight had ended in a draw. Today, he was going to vent that frustration no matter what!
Bai Feiyu rested one hand on his sword's hilt, his smile warm and his gaze gentle, yet everyone felt a bone-piercing chill.
There was not a trace of sword intent about him. He simply stood there, without even stirring his true essence.
Yet he had made the swords in the hands of every Questioning Sword Peak disciple leave their sheaths and point at their owners, sending an uproar through the crowd.
"Holy shit, after all that picking and choosing, Zhou Sheng picked the strongest one?"
"Who is this guy? What kind of monsters does Little Mountain Peak produce?"
"He's so handsome! Why doesn't he visit our Punishment Peak more often?"
"I'm in love, I'm in love! I adore this senior brother's bearing."
Clad entirely in white, Bai Feiyu had a charisma score as high as 11 on his