At this moment, the man faced the unusual gazes of the crowd without any fear and managed a bitter smile: "I, Hou Qinglong, dare say my cultivation talent is no less than Lin Yufeng's. If I hadn't been born under less favorable circumstances, how could Lin Yufeng have snatched away the woman I love?"
"Hmph, some people's fates are predetermined at birth. Just like you, no matter how hard you try, you can't compare to even a single strand of Mister Lin's hair. Mister Lin is the genius who helped Ye Mo win the championship, while you're just a punk who can only complain here. If you're so capable, go to the East Dragon Sect."
The man who idolized Lin Yufeng laughed coldly, "A waste is a waste. Just the strength of a Transcendence Ninth Realm Body, you can't even defeat me and you dream of competing with Mister Lin."
