Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan's expression darkened. He stared at the people in the pavilion and said, "The last person who called me a waste was Zhao Jie. I beat him until he spat blood and begged for mercy. Why don't the few of you give it a try?"
As Lin Xuan's aura erupted, the expressions of the youths in the pavilion changed. They were well aware of Lin Xuan's previous victories, and for a moment, they didn't dare to rashly accept the challenge.
Seeing this, Lin Xuan sneered. "You don't even have the courage to fight me. I think you're the real wastes!"
"What did you say?!" the youths opposite him retorted furiously.
Even Wu Ming's face grew grim. "Kid, don't think you can be arrogant just because you beat Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie," he said. "They're merely geniuses from Wangyue Pavilion, which is at the bottom of the entire Heavenly Dao Academy." From his tone, it was clear Wu Ming didn't take Zhao Jie, Zhang Yang, or the others seriously either.
