"Damn it, relying on one's realm to oppress others, how could there be such scum!"
On the mountaintop, Shen Wuji gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and a furious light flashed in his eyes, eager to help Li Hao.
But just as he was about to take action, Uncle Qing, who had accompanied him since childhood, stopped him, saying that the Divine Clan couldn't interfere, or there would be big trouble.
Although Shen Wuji had lost to Li Hao, he didn't hate him. On the contrary, seeing the hero who defeated him facing such a humiliating situation now made him feel indignant and restless.
But at this moment, he also realized the weakness of the True Immortal Realm. If he were in the Immortal Monarch Realm at this time, he could step forward for Li Hao and trample those people underfoot.
At the same level, he believed he would never lose to these scum.
"What a pity."
