A group of people laughed loudly and left arrogantly in front of Ling Tianhan and others.
Watching their departing backs, Yuan Hu and the others clenched their hands tightly.
"These bastards!"
Yuwen Mo's revenge, once unleashed, really was tremendous in scale.
Yuan Hu and his group had no ability to counter it.
They had only just begun training at the Daqin Saint Institute for a short time.
They couldn't compare to Yuwen Mo's influence and strength at the Daqin Saint Institute.
Yuan Hu and the others clenched their fists tightly.
"It's all because we're so useless!"
If not for this, they wouldn't have had to endure such humiliation, nor would Luo Qingtong have been ridiculed by others.
If they were strong enough, capable of breaking into the top 100 of the Soaring Dragon List, would they still fear Yuwen Mo and his group treating them this way?
Even if the Holy Institute Great Elder valued tradition and rules, they wouldn't have been ordered to drop out.
