A stone stirs a thousand waves.
The crowd, not yet recovered from Chen Yang's refusal of the Purple Cloud Medal, felt their hearts skip a beat upon hearing such words, almost collapsing to the ground.
What is your Dao Sect even worth?
This...
"Hiss!"
Sounds of people drawing in cold breaths arose one after another.
Pairs of horrified, shocked, and incredulous eyes fell upon Chen Yang, filled with confusion, astonishment, and even schadenfreude.
Such words, if said behind closed doors, could possibly be overlooked.
But this fellow was openly defiant, self-assured, and dares to go head-to-head with Lord Du San without restraint—it's as if he doesn't even know how to spell the word "death."
Younger people with exceptional talent often carry an air of arrogance and pride.
But, everything should have a limit.
Within general boundaries, no matter how arrogant and proud, others would just say it's youthful vigor and a bit of conceit.
