"Who the hell do you think you are? Where did you get the nerve to say something like that? What gives you the right to a life-and-death struggle with me?!"
Ye Tianling stomped viciously on Yao Qiye's face. The bones in his face were crushed bit by bit.
Blood gushed from his mouth; several of his teeth had been shattered by Ye Tianling's heavy stomp.
"AHHH—"
He roared ferociously and struggled with all his might, but he was completely powerless to resist.
As if she hadn't seen a thing, Yao Nine Beauties lay quietly on the ground, her pupils dilated and devoid of any Spiritual Luster.
"You bunch of clowns. Did I, Ye Tianling, dig up your ancestors' graves? Or did I perform Harmonization Dao with your grandmother? I've never even met you before, yet you target me? Is it just because I'm a Human Race Cultivator? Just because I come from a Small World?"
Ye Tianling sneered, but his voice was like a thunderclap that echoed deep in their very souls.
