Chapitre 1011: Don't

Violet slapped his hand away, her large brown eyes filled with fury. "All this time, I've never formally taken away your title as first place core disciple not because I couldn't, but because I care little for the title. Since you want to lose the last bit of prestige you have, I don't mind obliging."

Arthurian lightly leaped backward. "Come then, little princess."

"I don't need your invitation, dwarf."

When Arthurian heard this, his complacent expression darkened. What he hated the most was when people referred to his shortness. In a world where cultivators could reach up to seven, eight or even nine feet tall, where some people found it more convenient to report their heights in meters instead of feet, how could he be satisfied with his height? It was just another reminder that he had gotten the short end of the stick in life's lottery.

"You'll regret that." A long knife appeared in Arthurian's hand as his eyes reddened.