Most of the people present were famous heaven prides with extraordinary backgrounds. Hence, hearing someone call them impressive-looking but no good at fighting naturally didn’t make them feel good.

However, when they saw A'lu's rugged appearance which resembled a barbarian who had come from deep in the mountains, several of them couldn’t help but chuckle and shake their heads, deciding to not pay him further attention.

Why should they bother with such an uncouth-looking person?

It was beneath them to concern themselves with such an individual.

However, there were also those who weren’t going to let things go. They sneered and mocked, "What a bumpkin. Can’t believe he’s still wearing animal skins in this day and age. His speech is also so uncivilized and ignorant. How disgraceful. Someone like you dares to look down on us? Ridiculous."

The speaker was a noble-looking young man in a black robe lined with golden thread wearing a haughty expression. He was a disciple of an ancient orthodoxy and was surrounded by an entourage of followers.

A'lu was stunned. He turned his head and asked Xiao Qinghe, ''Is he scolding me?...