Taihua Hall.
Victory Banquet.
"What do you mean by this?" Xiao Wuque rose to his feet, his gaze cold and fierce, his expression slightly darkened.
"Who is this?" Wang Yu spoke.
"Xiao Wuque," Xiao Wuque replied.
"Then I know you, you are Mo Chen's closed-door disciple." Wang Yu said casually.
Then he looked at Xiao Wuque with a gaze more serious than before.
"I come from the Nine Heavens, representing its prestige. This person shows me disrespect, which equates to disrespecting the Nine Heavens. Now that he is not as skilled, he has landed in this situation. If he were powerful, then let him be insulted! Do you think this reasoning is correct?"
Listening to this, Xiao Wuque's eyes narrowed slightly, yet he couldn't speak a word.
The strong prey on the weak, an eternal truth.
Just as Wang Yu said, if one is powerful, then let the insults come.
If one's skill doesn't match, then one can only endure.
