Supreme Demon Lord

"Eh? Isn't that a loser like Lei Feng?" "Let's go, you're just a loser, what's there to see?" The two outer disciples passed by Lei Feng with their eyes high, saying loudly, completely ignoring Lei Feng. Lei Feng, who had lowered his head all the way, heard the words of these two people, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He clenched his fists, and because he tried his best to suppress himself, the shallow nails had already penetrated into the palms of his hands, and a few drops of blood slowly dripped, but he felt no pain. A gust of wind blew by, lifting Lei Feng's hair, revealing his handsome face, straight nose, and mouth with a slight upward curve whether he was smiling or not.