At the age of eleven, with silver hair, everything about this young man was extraordinary.
"Could it be a cultivator from the Silver-haired Clan?"
Someone said, thinking that this youth is likely from the Silver-haired Clan, a very powerful race.
...
The boy's voice was cold, laced with a chilling murderous intent, and he coldly declared, "Who dares to be so rude to me, show yourself!"
Many people were surprised; the boy was truly bold.
No matter how extraordinary his background may be.
He was still just an eleven-year-old boy.
He even dared to demand the cultivator who cursed him just now to show himself.
Completely dismissing the significance of that cultivator.
…
"Brat, with such arrogance since youth, how long do you think you can live?"
The cultivator who cursed the silver-haired boy sneered again.
The silver-haired boy turned his head in a certain direction.
Everyone turned their heads as well.
