The atmosphere around them changed. The twenty people from District 001 stood behind Xu Huo, while the somewhat lax members of the Holy Sword Society gradually reined in their expressions, naturally gathering to either side. They mainly followed the two Golden Disciples, and split some members off to encircle Xu Huo from another direction.
"I've never had much regard for wormhole points below Rank-B; no matter how many people emerge from such divisions, they're no different from ants," the masked man said, staring at Xu Huo. "Being able to block my space line makes you a big ant."
Such blatant arrogance was laughable, and Xu Huo did laugh. Afterward, he asked, "By that logic, you must have been born near a Rank-A Wormhole Point."
"I wonder how your family felt about sending you to seize a division made by 'ants.' Do you think it's particularly honorable to fight for territory with ants, considering you're 'human'?"
