Lin Xuan had just entered the arena when he was met with furious glares. If looks could kill, he would have died countless times over.
"The traitor's son is here! Get the hell down from there! You have no right to stand on the Dragon Cauldron Platform!"
"He's overestimating himself. If he can pass the first round, I'll walk on my hands!"
"Trash! The Lin Family's trash! Just go die already! You're a complete disgrace!"
...
Curses rained down from the audience below. 'This is going to be tough,' Lin Xuan thought. The ostracism was far too severe. He had originally hoped to form an alliance between them and the Lin Family, but that was likely to be an incredibly difficult process. Their xenophobia was just too strong—unbelievably so.
Arrogant, haughty, looking down on others... no amount of adjectives could fully describe them.
