In the brief silence, countless spiritual fluctuations rose and fell, malevolence surged, and murderous intent lay hidden.
At the forefront of the crowd, someone squeezed their voice through clenched teeth: "Everyone present is a renowned master, isn't Mr. Ji's words a bit too arrogant?"
Ji Jue glanced over, eyeing the outspoken middle-aged man, his brows furrowed with suspicion:
"Who are you?"
"..."
The middle-aged man's expression grew increasingly sullen as he stood up with cupped fists and said, "I am Gray Port Liu…"
"Sorry, never heard of you. Next!"
Ji Jue waved his hand, interrupting him, and turned back to Minkler with a sigh: "Did you see that? Such a pathetic vibe, trying to stand out and getting laughed at."
The middle-aged man's face instantly reddened, surging with anger, blood faintly appearing in his eyes, suddenly, an ominous wind swept in…
Bang!
Everyone's vision blurred.
