As Xing Rui's voice faded, all the cultivators turned their gazes toward Luo Xiu, their eyes full of mockery.
The scene fell into a deathly silence, so quiet one could hear a pin drop.
Amidst the silence, Luo Xiu suddenly chuckled.
Xing Rui looked at Luo Xiu, his sword-like eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Mortal Realm lowlife, what's so funny?"
SMACK!
Luo Xiu suddenly lashed out, slapping Xing Rui across the face. He looked at Xing Rui with a half-smile, saying, "Whether my performance is good or not is unimportant. What matters is that your performance wasn't good enough."
Xing Rui, covering his face, gaped at Luo Xiu in disbelief. He could never have imagined that this Mortal Realm lowlife would dare to strike him, let alone slap him.
"Lowlife, you've got quite the nerve!"
In his mind, it was only because he hadn't taken this Mortal Realm lowlife seriously and had let his guard down that the boy's sneak attack had succeeded.
