C345 He Was Slapped in the Face.

"Alright, spit it out already," Xiong Da said, barely holding back a laugh. "Take a look around. Who here is intimidated by you? Everyone's just watching you make a spectacle of yourself." The guy was a real piece of work—no talent, no clue how to fake it, yet so audaciously foolish. It was a wonder he'd lasted this long.

"Esteemed warrior, I am the senior disciple of the Flying Needle Sect