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"You bold lunatic! How can you disrespect my Lord, the Son of God?"
The first person to burst into scolding was Isabella who was standing aside.
Although the cultivator's cold snort and muttering were not loud, it was probably because he couldn't stand Wu Hui's arrogance and despised him alone. However, most of the audience present were outstanding masters above level 5 and 6. As long as they focused their attention, they would naturally be able to hear this subtle sound.
What's more, Isabella and others are all archangels at the 9th level of demigod realm. If they don't have this little perception, how can they protect Wu Hui
Following Isabella's shout, the host of the gladiatorial contest and the Vitra people present all glared at the cultivator, as if they would expel him if he made any unnecessary movements.
All the audience's eyes were focused on the cultivator. Those who were sitting near him quickly turned their bodies to the side and kept a distance from him, fearing that they would get into trouble if they were not careful.
In the blink of an eye, awkwardness filled the air.
The cultivator who was being stared at by so many pairs of eyes couldn't help but feel his face getting hot.
He was also secretly complaining in his heart. He couldn't stand seeing Isabella, a weak woman, being used as a gladiatorial slave by her own master for fun, so he secretly expressed his indignation.
But he didn't expect that he was scolded by Isabella on the spot, and in the end he was stared at by everyone at the scene as if he was a weirdo who was deliberately making trouble.
This feeling made him wish he could find a hole to crawl into.
But he didn't want to just walk away like that. After all, he had come here with so much difficulty just to earn some star points in this arena to support his own practice.
If we leave now, where will we get the money
In desperation, the cultivator had to shamelessly turn his head away and pretend that nothing had happened, allowing the awkward atmosphere to continue to permeate the air.
Seeing this scene, Wu Hui couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
If you don't have the ability, why don't you just not take the lead? Otherwise, it will be embarrassing and embarrassing.
"Your Highness, Son of God, please don't argue with him." Lan Fudi was also speechless, but she still hurried over to comfort him, "Cultivators are all eccentric individuals with extreme ideas. Their civilization is centered on sects. Often, if you drive away one, another will come back. They are just like stink bugs in the sewer, and they can never be driven out from generation to generation."
As she spoke, Lan Fudi leaned close to Wu Hui's ear and whispered that all acts of violence were prohibited within the market. If Wu Hui really wanted to vent his anger, he would have to leave the market, and be sure to do it cleanly and neatly without leaving any trace. Otherwise, the cultivators had a strong desire for revenge, and would form gangs and look for people to fight with, which would then cause a lot of trouble.
After hearing what Lan Fudi said, Wu Hui broke out in a cold sweat again. He thought to himself that the Keling people seemed to have also suffered at the hands of cultivators and had a deep resentment towards them.
Never mind, never mind. Wu Hui had just entered the outer universe, so it was not convenient for him to reveal too many details. So it was better to have less trouble than more, and it would not be a big problem to let this shortsighted cultivator go for now.