'How dare he look down on me, Cui Hao!'
Seeing Yang Xiao's scornful expression, Cui Hao, the blue-robed Inner Core Disciple, found it utterly unbearable.
'I'm a heaven-blessed prodigy,' he thought. 'Destined to become a True Disciple one day. Besides, the First Elder of the Dharma Transmission Hall is my master. On that merit alone, I can stand on equal footing with even Ye Chengzong. How dare Yang Xiao slight me like this? I have to teach him a lesson.'
Without another word, Cui Hao leaped onto the arena stage.
He immediately threw a punch at Yang Xiao.
A trace of Red shrouded his fist, the crimson hue radiating an endless, scorching heat.
"That's Innate True Qi! Looks like Cui Hao is furious—he's using his Innate True Qi right from the start. Yang Xiao is a dead man now."
"A dead man? I wouldn't be so sure. I heard he killed two house servants who were in the Innate Realm."
