Qin Ming's comment almost made the two of them "explode."
The white-clad youth was breathing heavily and rapidly, like an old bellows of a pottery kiln, puffing continuously.
He was a Holy Clan member with extraordinary prowess, a genius capable of mastering the highest level of the "Golden Cicada Scripture," yet the black-clad youth with the small nose and ears repeatedly called him a pig.
The red-dressed woman was remarkably beautiful, but now she stared angrily, his words were deeply hurtful and insulting; with her lofty status, this was a first-time experience in her life.
The key issue was, it was the first defeat in her life, which left her feeling unbalanced, unable to let go, unable to accept this fact.
The white-clad youth just opened his mouth, only to be silenced by Qin Ming's "pig-headed pig-brained" comment.
He immediately turned his head and said, "Sister, you haven't lost. You were simulating my Spiritual Field, not showing your true supreme demeanor."
