"Come on man," Gu Fan chuckled, shaking his head slowly as he cracked his knuckles and looked directly up at the arrogant Bai Clan genius standing on the elevated platform, "You are really not my type."
Hsssshh!
The moment those words left Gu Fan's mouth, the entire town square went dead silent for a fraction as the massive crowd of spectators, rogue cultivators, and clan elders tried to process the sheer disrespect of that single sentence.
"Did he just?"
"Yes he did!"
"The cripple just casually brushed off a life-or-death challenge from Bai Yun like he was rejecting a desperate whore at a brothel."
"Damn... The cripple has got some balls."
"Iron balls."
"Meanwhile, Bai Yun stood completely frozen on the stage as his face rapidly changed expressions from angry red to a violently bright, furious purple, and the veins on his forehead aggressively bulged out against his skin. Did the trash of the town just mocked him in front of the whole town and the scouting sect elders.
