"Fuck your mother! So what if I talked about you? You damn piece of trash! Last time, I was at the seventh level of the Grandmaster Realm. Now, I'm at the eighth. Crushing you will be as easy as squashing an ant!" Dong Bowen cursed.
At this moment, Dong Bowen's heart was brimming with rage. As a Core Disciple of Zixiao Academy and a Grandmaster at such a young age, he was showered with praise wherever he went. Yet, he had been mercilessly beaten by some kid of unknown origin, and worse, it had happened right in front of Yun Keqing! She was the woman he secretly loved. To be beaten in front of his crush? No man could stand for that.
For some time, Dong Bowen had been cultivating in seclusion and had finally achieved another breakthrough. He'd spent the last few days asking about Zhao Dong's whereabouts, itching for revenge. Now that he had run into him, the fury in his heart blazed like an uncontrollable fire.
