Zhong Xiang was furious! Extremely furious!
To think he was an absolute prodigy of the younger generation, with the potential to ascend to the Twelfth Tier as a Supreme Divine Being in the future. Although he was currently only at the fourth tier of cultivation, he would never back down even in the face of seventh- or eighth-tier cultivators.
He had suppressed countless prodigies and defeated numerous strong figures of the older generation. Renowned and prestigious, he was praised by Mr. Da as the Southern Qilin, basking in countless glories. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? To not even have a chance to fight and just be overturned like this!
Especially seeing his own guards scurrying around like headless flies, allowing that damned brat to carry him off under everyone's noses, the frustration in his heart was indescribable.
"Useless! All of you are useless!"
Zhong Xiang cursed furiously in his heart.
