"Hey, Lil' Baji, can't you handle it? Need a hand?"
Yu Wen Baji's face instantly flushed crimson. Ordinary people wouldn't dare call him by that nickname.
Especially after he broke through to the Grandmaster realm, it had become a deeply taboo subject.
In the world of martial arts, a bit of joking among peers of the same level was harmless enough.
But what was his status now? He was the man about to contend for the command of the Celestial Tiger Corps, someone who could slay a tier-8 Yuan Demon in battle and even suppress three of them at once.
With such status, strength, and standing, who would dare to provoke him?
But today, here on the battlefield of Celestial Sword Gorge, in front of nearly one hundred thousand Martial Artists, someone had so casually called him by that extremely humiliating nickname. And his opponent had even used an insidious Sound Wave Martial Skill technique to make the sound carry for miles.
"Fuck off!"
