Arrogance

"That's the funniest thing I have heard today." Yang Muli snorted.

"Friend, what do you mean by this?" Su Fengtian's face also dropped.

Though Han Ying was confident in Tang Zixin, she was still somewhat nervous and afraid. As the Young Miss of a well-connected merchant clan, she was a bit familiar with most families.

Both the Yang and Su Family were very strong powers in the capital. It was rumored that they had great sway over any industries involving the trade of spiritual stones.

Furthermore, Su Fengtian and Yang Muli were both the respective geniuses of their families. From birth, these two geniuses were showered with an endless amount of resources to grow.

This was the difference of statuses, and it was not something that normal people could ever catch up to. The world of cultivation was unfair, after all.

Regardless, she believed in him.

She had by now decided that even if no one else in the world believed in him, she had to.

Lazy to repeat himself, Tang Zixin held up his hand as he gestured, "Hurry up, I don't have all day."

Arrogance. Besides from themselves, Yang Muli and Su Fengtian had not seen such an arrogant young man in a very long time.

That could also be because no one else of their generation dared to be arrogant around them.

"Brother Su, I can't bear the sight of this arrogant person any longer." Yang Muli smugly summoned his energy that caused some items in the building to shatter. "I will take action first."

"Go on then." Su Fengtian nodded. He did not mind using Yang Muli to test the waters first in case this arrogant white-robed young man was someone powerful.

The shadow guards who were assigned to the Starlight Auction House to maintain peace were also alerted by the trouble, and all of them were outraged.

How dare they cause trouble in the Starlight Auction House?

But when they noticed the calm white-robed young man, all of them were shocked and retreated after seeing his sign to fall back.

Not to mention that he was the legendary Twelve-Suns Eldest Young Master, this person was also the true boss of the Starlight Auction House. How could they not listen to his orders?

In the blink of an eye, Yang Muli had appeared behind Tang Zixin, and his overwhelming energy threatened to swallow the latter whole.

"Brother Xin, watch out!" Han Ying's eyes could not keep up at all.

"Slow." Tang Zixin yawned as he caught Yang Muli's hand with ease.

Then, without hesitation, he crushed his hand down to the bone that even blood squirted out.

"Fuck!" Yang Muli screamed as he held onto his hand.

"Who is he?" Su Fengtian was also shocked. He had not managed to see what had happened. It also frightened him, as he knew that he and Yang Muli were very similar in strength.

"I refuse to believe it!" Yang Muli could not afford to relent; otherwise, this encounter would forever become his mental demon.

If he did not win now, it would become impossible for him to fight to become a Saint in the future. On the path of invincibility, he refused to be worse than anyone in his generation.

Even Su Fengtian would become his stepping stone in the future.

"It must be some trick. You must just have a strong physical body." Yang Muli thought he had found the truth as his eyes growled in realisation.

After all, Yang Muli had not sensed an ounce of spiritual energy from the white-robed young man's previous attack.

"It better be…" Su Fengtian muttered and also breathed a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, a genius of this level was far too terrifying for them and would definitely become a great obstacle in the future, ruining their chances of becoming a Saint.

"Hurry up and die for me!" Yang Muli shouted as he summoned a piercing spherical light that shot toward Tang Zixin, its volume becoming larger and larger.

Tang Zixin allowed the light to hit him, and he playfully smiled.

"What else?"

Yang Muli did not believe it. How was he still fine?

The attack had been his strongest mental technique, and it would make any cultivator who had a slightly weak heart and Daoist core to fall into hysteria.

It was a secret technique that had been passed down for hundreds of years in his Yang Family, its power could not be doubted. An ancestor had found it in an ancient emperor's tomb.

"Brother Yang, let us fight him together." Su Fengtian noticed the situation was becoming unfavorable, and he decided to join in.

Otherwise, he knew that he would be next after Yang Muli's defeat.

"Oh, two-on-one?" Tang Zixin nodded as if he did not care at all.

"Come on then, don't make me wait for too long."

"Despicable." Su Fengtian and Yang Muli both became very angry.

As proud geniuses of their families, when was the last time something like this had happened?

Apart from those monsters that hailed from the hidden sects, there had never been such a case.

"Powerful…" Han Ying watched Tang Zixin enjoy himself, and she realised that her initial worries had been very stupid. They were not even on the same level as her great Brother Xin.

The beautiful young ladies were looking at Han Ying with envy.

"Oh?" Tang Zixin noticed that Su Fengtian and Yang Muli were quite in tune with each other, even though they did not seem to like each other.

They eliminated each other's weaknesses very well while helping maximise their respective strengths. It was something that was impossible unless both parties were geniuses.

But, in his eyes, it was all child's play.

In his past life, what he enjoyed the most was toying with the hearts and pride of these geniuses. The face they made when they fell down from their false pedestal was too great.

Tang Zixin enjoyed their feelings of despair. Perhaps, for this reason, his tragic ending was very fitting and well-deserved.

As he had fallen from a much greater height than anyone else.