The night wind, Fire Spring, the snow-covered ground reflecting a deep red glow, a group of youth excited from watching the battle, and all sorts of noise pierced through the wilderness.
Xiao Wu's white teeth and golden short hair gleamed in the night, but his radiant smile had frozen in place.
What kind of ridiculous nickname is that?
After easily handling his opponent, he was full of expectation. Not that he was asking for a dignified title like Emperor or Martial Saint, but calling him Blondie was too much!
"Are you guys crazy?" He wanted to roll up his sleeves and have a go at the people who were shouting, as if he didn't even have the privilege of being praised or mocked.
Even some acquaintances were holding back laughter, causing Wu Yaizu to squint at them.
The opponent he defeated staggered up, spitting out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva, and with resentment, said, "Blondie!"
Then, he turned and left.
