He calmly spoke the most domineering words to all the Heavenly Prodigies in the world today.
His voice rang through heaven and earth, reaching almost everyone's ears.
Leng Qingsong sat astride his horse in midair, his sword on his back. Looking down at the countless cultivators below, he alone stood like an impassable chasm between all the Heavenly Prodigies and that scroll of the Heavenly Ranking.
What happened?
What was going on?
Who was he?
Who was I?
Such thoughts sprang into the minds of all the cultivators at the Ethereal Pavilion at once. They stared blankly at Leng Qingsong in midair, their brains unable to make the turn for a moment.
Was this brat sick in the head?
He didn't want to make the Heavenly Ranking himself, so he wouldn't let anyone else make it either?
Did his family run the Heavenly Ranking?
Whatever he said went?
Where had this attention seeker come from?
Had he gone mad wanting to make a name for himself before all these countless Heavenly Prodigies?
Get the hell out!
Once all the cultivators came to their senses, Leng Qingsong faced a sky-blotting deluge of curses.
Xuanlingzi, who had been exchanging insincere pleasantries with the other sects, immediately looked as though he had swallowed a fly.
I knew nothing good would come of being the elder leading this group!
The Black-Clothed Lad hasn't even waited for the food to cook before trying to overturn the pot!
The elders of the other sects beside him were likewise shocked and furious, though some secretly rejoiced and watched the show.
This is the first time I've seen someone wreck the Nine Great Sacred Lands' event. Getting to witness such a spectacle firsthand-this publicly funded trip was an absolute steal!
Some were angry, some secretly delighted, and some