Ling Xiao originally planned to quietly pass the time in this earthly reincarnation. After his cultivation level recovered, he would leave.
Not offending anyone, nor drawing any attention.
But today, upon hearing the news of his father's death, he couldn't hold back anymore.
Ling Xiao had never held back before; he had fought and killed his way through, tired of living like a coward.
He was the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Dynasty, yet now he was being bullied by the trash of this small Yuhua Town. How could he endure it?
Calling Ling Baiye trash was not wrong; the guy was eighteen, and in the big cities of Xuanwu Continent, young martial artists at this age were generally already entering the Yin-Yang Realm cultivation level.
But the martial artists in this town were poor, only having Heavenly Man Realm cultivation level.
Eighteen years of cultivation, yet not as good as twelve months of mine.
As for that Huang Wu, even less need to mention, total waste.
