"It's so disappointing!"
Xiao Yi looked at the dumbfounded Wu Chengrong with a playful expression.
Wu Chengrong was utterly bewildered.
His face went from pale to bright red in an instant as if he had been slapped hard multiple times.
He had just boasted grandiosely.
Claiming that the Formation he set up couldn't be cracked unless a Saint Emperor Realm expert descended.
The result was...
The moment he finished speaking.
Xiao Yi had already appeared in front of him, looking at him with disdain. Especially that phrase, which wasn't very harmful but extremely insulting, felt like a blade piercing his heart.
He was a disciple of Wu Pingsheng, the World-Ending Grandmaster, one of the top ten titled masters in the Blissful Heaven Realm!
He had absolute confidence in his Formation.
Yet, he was slapped in the face in front of everyone.
Feeling the bizarre stares from the powerful figures of the Eighteenth Legion around him, Wu Chengrong's face felt burning hot.
