Ning Xuan showed no awareness of his impending doom and simply repeated what he had just said.
This time, it was not just Kang Qing; even the crowd below could not contain themselves.
"What is his Cultivation Realm? Why is he so arrogant?!"
"He's at the Venerable Realm, and definitely not transcendent yet!"
"Damn it! So he's still just a Martial Artist all this time? What gives him the nerve to say something like that?!"
"'Only the Fourth Layer Heavens of the Holy Realm,' he says! Ning Xuan, how old are you?!" someone shouted, defending Kang Qing's honor as they questioned Ning Xuan directly.
"Eighteen, turning nineteen soon," Ning Xuan answered honestly.
"Holy hell! A nearly nineteen-year-old Martial Artist is actually mocking a young, transcendent prodigy. If I hadn't heard it with my own two ears, I would've never believed someone so shameless existed in this world!"
"Ning Xuan, you've got some serious nerve! Are you tired of living?!"
