"What difference does it make to be invincible in the world? Does it mean you can trample on other people's lives at will?"
Xia Liu felt a chill in his heart, standing with hands behind his back, facing the Luo Family crowd.
He had encountered too many decayed families, all sharing the same trait: arrogant and conceited.
Relying on their family's prestige in the community, they bully others at will, treating human life as trivial.
Whenever faced with such people, Xia Liu would suppress his anger, fearing he might tear the other party apart.
"In a world where martial artists are revered, strength is nobility. You could be considered an outstanding martial artist, perhaps with greater future prospects if not aligned with the wrong faction."
Despite her age, Luo Jiao's figure and appearance remained appealing.
Moreover, her mature charm added a touch of coquettishness to her tone when she spoke.
Those who knew her nearly got goosebumps.
