"......" As soon as Su Chen's words fell, Xing Wusheng fell silent. He felt a bit dazed, wondering if he had been training too hard and was tired to the point of hearing things.
A fighter.
A kid who just came to the Grand Cosmos World from the Minor Thousand Worlds.
A piece of trash at the Half-Step Divine Master Realm.
Dared to speak to him like this?!
Honestly, in Xing Wusheng's memory, this was the first time someone had spoken to him like this.
In the past, not to mention the younger generation, but even the older generation of strong men, like the heads of the Three Clans, those Old Monsters with supreme status in the Jiuyou Domain, would speak to him very politely for a simple reason — Xing Wusheng had boundless potential, and being less than 30,000 years old in the Ninth Level of the Divine Lord Realm, he could very well become the strongest in the Jiuyou Domain, perhaps even a Territory Master.
In Xing Wusheng's understanding, no one would dare to challenge him.
