"Kid, talent doesn't represent everything. In your sect or family, you might be the genius adored and worshipped by countless others, but here, if you're a dragon, you have to coil up; if you're a tiger, you have to lie down!"
"In the frontier, only cultivation level matters. So what if your talent is exceptional? I've spent over a decade in the Nascent Soul Stage. In my hands, you only have the portion of death!"
The elder's expression was cold and his face twisted into a horrific visage.
"Hehe, you've been in the Nascent Soul Stage for over a decade?"
"After so many years, you're still just a Nascent Soul Cultivator. I must say, you're quite a waste."
Li Xiaobai slowly shook his head. This old man was average at best, and yet he had no sense of the vast gap between their strengths.
"Bold words from a sharp-tongued kid, die!"
The elder's face was filled with ferocity as he operated his cultivation technique, attacking Li Xiaobai.