The atmosphere changed; the twenty people from District 001 stood behind Xu Huo, while the Holy Sword Society's scattered players gradually restrained their expressions, spontaneously gathering to either side, mostly following the two Golden Disciples, as well as dividing some people to surround Xu Huo and his group from the other end.
"I've never thought much of wormhole points below Rank-B. No matter how many people are born in these zones, they're no different from ants." The Masked Man stared at Xu Huo. "Able to block my space line—you're just a bigger ant."
That arrogant attitude was laughable, and Xu Huo did smile. After his smile faded, he asked, "So, you must have been born at a Rank-A Wormhole Point, then?"
"When your family sent you to compete in the zones built by 'ants', what were your thoughts? Did you feel it was glorious for a 'human' to fight ants for territory?"
