"If I were you, the moment I saw me, I'd run as fast as I could, instead of standing here pretending to be cool and boasting."
Ye Xiu looked at this arrogant old man, who was full of himself and extremely boastful, and chuckled.
"Oh, little guy, you're quite bold, eh? Come, take one of my sword strikes. If you can survive under my blade, I'll make an exception and grant you a quick death!"
The old man, chest out and head high, half-liddedly mocked Ye Xiu like he was looking down from above.
"I can't stand you!"
Ye Xiu rushed over and kicked the old man down, pinning him to the ground for a thorough beating:
"Do you still dare to be pretentious?"
The old man was dumbfounded by the beating. He was an Eighth Realm War God, yet a little brat was pinning him to the ground, pummeling him like a thug?
Rage filled the old man's heart, and he wanted to retaliate.
