The Holy City is not like the outside world, even Dao Wuming wouldn't dare to act recklessly here, not to mention the Holy Son and Mo Wu Shang.
"Kid, you just wait; during the final match of the Martial Arts Festival, you better hope you don't come across me, or you'll find out the price of insulting me!"
"Exactly, with Brother Wuming now in the full phase of a Heavenly Pulse Warrior and his Heavenly Origin Power surpassing fifty percent, he's not someone just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can beat."
"The Moon Hua Sect brat, kneel down and apologize to my Brother Wuming right now, so that when you do meet, he can let you lose a little more gracefully."
"Why would Brother Wuming need to take action? I can easily take care of him myself."
"Hahaha!"
"Hahahaha!"
The disciples of the Heavenly King Sect were also brimming with pride.
After all, the Heavenly King Sect was regarded as the number one sect on the Heavenly Dragon Continent; their pride was, in a way, understandable.