"What dogs wandered in here to bark so wildly?"
Lu Ren fixed the two disciples with a cold stare.
His words made their faces turn ugly. A sharp chill flashed in their eyes; they clearly had not expected him to talk back.
"Don't you know that a phoenix stripped of its feathers is worth less than a chicken?"
The young disciple in front spoke coldly.
"Lu Ren, that's Wang Tong. He's at the eighth level of the Virtual God Realm. The disciple behind him is his younger brother, Wang Guo. They're from the Ancient Wang Family of the East Heaven Divine Domain!" Liu Ruoxue warned him quietly.
Lu Ren paid her warning no mind. He looked at Wang Tong. "You and I have no grudge, do we? Even if I've been stripped of my status as Divine Son, there's no need to kick me while I'm down."
"Kick you while you're down? Shangguan Yunting was the woman I had my eye on, and you killed her in public! When you were Divine Son, I didn't dare touch you. Now you're nothing but a direct disciple. Why should I be afraid of you?"
Wang Tong spoke coldly.
As a member of an Ancient Aristocratic Family, Wang Tong had powerful backing. He had not dared attack the Divine Son, but he thought nothing of a direct disciple. As long as he did not go too far, Mu Feiyin would not act against a junior like him.
Disputes between disciples were generally settled by the disciples themselves.
Besides, he had only come to seize the disciple peak, not to pick a fight with Lu Ren.
"Shangguan Yunting?"
Lu Ren gave a derisive laugh. "No wonder that woman was so confident. She even managed to enthrall a young master from an Ancient Aristocratic Family.