"Oh?" Li Zongbao merely glanced at Xiao Hua, his expression utterly unchanged.
"Martial Nephew Zongbao? What exactly happened here? You must tell this old man every detail of what occurred—what those beast cultivators looked like, what their cultivation levels were, and how you killed them. Otherwise, Nephew Disciple Xiao will accuse this old man of favoritism!" Li Chengxu said with a smile.
Everyone else could not help but turn their eyes toward Li Zongbao as well. Indeed, beast cultivators capable of killing more than a dozen Foundation Establishment disciples had actually been slain by Li Zongbao. Did that not mean his strength rivaled more than a dozen Foundation Establishment disciples? Was Li Zongbao really that formidable?
Who would have thought that Li Zongbao would not even raise a brow? He merely said arrogantly, "Martial Uncle Li, when this junior encountered those beast cultivators that day, I killed them in one burst of momentum. The battlefield was so tense—who would remember such details? Besides, although this junior is a Foundation Establishment disciple, I would not be at a disadvantage even against an Illusion Sword Swordsman. Is killing a few mere beasts worth making such a fuss over? Is it worth this junior reporting every single detail?"
"Of course," Heng Ming of the Joyful Sect said decisively from the side. "This old man is not bragging, nor am I praising my own sect's disciple, but Li Zongbao of my Joyful Sect is known as the number one under Golden Core. Killing such rabble truly amounts to nothing. There is no need to recount it all, nor anything worth boasting about!"
Xiao Hua was slightly stunned. He had never expected the Joyful Sect to be so overbearing, nor had he expected Li Zongbao's reputation to be so resounding. Looking again at the few