"You..."
Zhao Xianping was momentarily stunned. He had only intended to ridicule Jiang Chen to make everyone despise him but forgot that his family's ancestor had granted him permission to skip the first round.
With a teasing tone, Jiang Chen said, "If you think I don't deserve to stand here today, go ask your ancestor?"
"I..." Zhao Xianping glanced at the sky, glared fiercely at Jiang Chen, and shut his mouth sullenly.
"Hmph! Spoiled and arrogant! The ancestor only gave you the privilege because of your high soul strength, yet you show no gratitude and flaunt yourself here. If you can't take first place with a soul strength at the Divine Soul Realm, your talent's wasted!" A nearby woman sneered again.
Jiang Chen glanced at the woman, shook his head with amusement, and replied lightly, "People without talent resent those with it, just like those without money hate the rich. And you, probably despise beautiful girls, right?"
