Chapter 90

At the same level, they were much stronger than the young talents from the Earth Fiend Sect, Wan Wan Longxiang, and the Great You Kingdom's You Ming from last time.

Everyone saw it too.

This was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth, dressed in white, spotless, the kind you could tell had a cleanliness obsession at a glance.

The youth stopped, and many people finally let out a sigh of relief, gasping for air.

"What kind of bumpkin, that brat, is he even worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as a Holy Land?"

"In my opinion, he's just a country bumpkin. If I meet him one day, if he's still okay, I'll catch him back as a slave; if he's poor, I'll slap him to death."

The youth was arrogant, and his speech was exceptionally haughty and impolite.

Many people frowned; no one liked this stinky brat.

They were originally drinking and bragging, how pleasant that was.

This damn thing ruined the mood.

The key was that the act of showing off just now was considered a direct mental attack on everyone.

"Who are you?"

"You're not very old but so arrogant. How were you taught at home? Aren't you afraid of going down the wrong path?"

Although people guessed the youth's identity was unusual, there were unusual people here too, and someone spoke up to mock him.

"What, am I wrong?" The youth glanced sideways, speaking in a bland, impolite manner.

"Only trash fears even country chickens and dogs."

"Young man, don't speak so aggressively. Many geniuses die young," someone snorted.

"Hmph." The youth gave a light snort, and a cold momentum impacted; many who wanted to agree directly vomited blood.

However, the person who spoke didn't; they also had strength.

"Trash dying young doesn't even qualify to be known by others," the youth sneered.

"Trash can't even be called dying young; they fear country chickens and will die at any time."

"Just like the mud all over the ground."

Jiang Nan was very disgusted. Damn it, kid, no matter who you are, you're dead.

I'm in a good mood, drinking wine leisurely.

You, damn it, keep yapping.

This is a Holy Land big city; you can't just make a move.

And there are two old servants outside who are with the youth; these two old fogies are very strong.

I'll find an opportunity later.

He looks quite wealthy too.

Not to mention Jiang Nan, the whole restaurant was very dissatisfied.

This kid was too annoying.

But he was also truly strong.

And his background must not be small, and the two old servants outside were even more unfathomable.

"Jiang Nan passed the Heavenly Tribulation at the Four Poles, and the power of the Heavenly Tribulation even wiped out the Earth Fiend Sect."

"Someone who has a Heavenly Tribulation at the Four Poles is an existence envied by the heavens; maybe he is some legendary battle body," someone said.

"Are you sure you can do it?"

The white-clad youth sneered: "Waste body or battle body, even if it's a Holy Body, Ancient Emperor Body, or Supreme Body, they are all meant to be suppressed."

"Young man, you're talking bigger and bigger. Some battle bodies are claimed to be the strongest since ancient times, invincible at the same level. What right do you have to suppress them?"

"A frog in a well, how can you know the vastness of the sea and sky?" The white-clad youth said arrogantly. "Any existence can be killed at the same level."

"Talking too much to you trash is like playing the lute to a cow."

"Damn..." Someone was annoyed; this guy was too infuriating.

"What is your background, really? Do you think you can fight the whole world and be invincible?"

"When I go out, I always rely on myself; I don't need to report my family background to suppress you."

"If anyone is unconvinced, you can try making a move," the white-clad youth sneered.

"What is your realm, sir?"

"Four Poles Perfection," the white-clad youth said blandly.

The people below all gasped.

Damn it, at this age, he's already at Four Poles Perfection.

Many of them were still far from it, and they were much older.

"Four Poles Perfection? It seems you aren't a Holy Son of a Holy Land," someone said.

"The realm of a Holy Land Holy Son starts at Dragon Transformation," that person said.

The Desolate Ancient Era had many resources, and many realms were higher.

Holy Sons start at this realm, and some have even killed Half-Step Great Powerhouses.

Not by taking shortcuts like Jiang Nan, but by killing across levels with pure strength.

A Great Powerhouse, even if it's just a Half-Step, is a completely different concept.

This is a chasm.

Theoretically, those at the Dragon Transformation realm cannot kill across levels, even at Dragon Transformation Perfection, it's impossible.

And Holy Sons are often at the early or middle stages of Dragon Transformation.

Because it's too high, they aren't in this position, mingling with a bunch of young people, but are pursuing higher goals.

The ultimate goal of cultivation is to suppress the geniuses of all races, fight on the Heavenly Road, and impact that unique, invincible Great Emperor path.

Holy Sons are just a transition.

"I can suppress anyone at the same level, and I don't fear killing across levels," the white-clad youth said blandly.

"I want to ask, has Jiang Nan offended you?" Jiang Nan smiled.

"No," the white-clad youth said. "I'm just annoyed that someone would mention him in the same breath as us."

This statement was equivalent to admitting that he also came from a Holy Land.

"Those who annoy me, either kneel or be erased, it's very simple," the white-clad youth said.

"A hero emerges from youth; I admire you," Jiang Nan laughed.

"Admiration is useless. In a moment, I'll clear the place. Trash and country chickens aren't qualified to eat in the same place as me."

"Those who aren't confident, get lost quickly."

"If anyone has news of Jiang Nan, you can tell me."

"Tell you? Telling those holy lands is worth 100,000 catties of Source," someone said.

And with your temper, it's lucky you haven't been slapped yet.

It's just that we can't beat you.

"I'll offer 200,000 catties," the white-clad youth said, showing off his wealth.

"Do you have it?" Jiang Nan smiled.

The white-clad youth glanced, raised his hand and waved, and suddenly a pile of Source like a mountain appeared in the void outside, then he took it back.

This made countless people's eyes shine.

They really wanted to rob him.

But they only thought about it; they couldn't beat this youth, and there were old servants outside.

Although they didn't want to admit it, this youth was definitely the kind who could kill across levels.

Dragon Transformation combat power; put anywhere, this is a powerhouse.

Ordinary cultivators are inferior.

Not to mention the backing behind him.

"This youth must be a direct disciple or descendant of some old fogey in a Holy Land," someone said.

"Hehe..." A voice of extreme charm passed through, and for a moment, countless people felt numb in their hearts, as if their bones were numb too, unable to stand steady, their eyes obsessed.

This wasn't a joke; they were all cultivators, how could they be unable to stand steady?

If there was an attack at this time, it could definitely erase a large area.

Someone reacted, and they were already covered in cold sweat.

How thrilling, they had actually lost their focus just now.

For a cultivator, this is definitely a major taboo.