Jia Lu's laughter cut off abruptly, like a rooster being strangled.
Jia Lu's expression turned cold as he said harshly, "You called me a crawler?"
Wen Qingye nodded seriously. "A very lowly crawler."
Jia Lu's eyes blazed with uncontrollable fury. He ground his teeth and said, "Fine. Just fine. In that case, I'll get to see just how a mighty dragon from Qig Mountain Academy defeats a mere crawler from Purple Sun Prefecture."
Jia Lu's loud voice startled the surrounding crowd, and all eyes turned toward them.
Wen Shibei, standing nearby, quickly pulled at Jia Lu. "Brother Jia, let it go. It's just a small matter. Why get so worked up?"
Wen Shibei knew full well how formidable Jia Lu was. He was at the Peak of the Refining Essence Seventh Layer Heaven and had mastered the Seventh-Grade Martial Arts, the Heavy Peak Fist Technique. There was no way Wen Qingye could be his opponent.
