The speaker was a youth in green robes, at that brash age where his face was a mask of scorn. He wore two short daggers at his waist.
His gaze was haughty and his body exuded a powerful aura, clearly far superior to that of an average prodigy.
"What did you say?" The prodigies from Longhu Cave Heaven glared angrily. They had followed Zhang Yuge through countless battles and couldn't stand anyone speaking ill of their Eldest Senior Brother.
"Did I say anything wrong?" The green-clad youth wasn't the least bit afraid. He glanced sideways with a cold smirk. "You outsiders are always making a fuss over nothing, acting like you've never seen the world!"
These words immediately provoked a wave of anger. Furious glares landed on him as the crowd stirred, subtly encircling the green-clad youth. Within the Holy Realm, the vast majority of prodigies were from the outside world.
