At this moment, he only regretted not having eliminated Ye Fan years ago. He had never expected this traitor, Ye Fan, to be such a prodigy. After all, only a prodigy could grow at such an astounding pace. This time, the Divine Dragon had truly misjudged.
Jue Ying slowly rose to his feet. "I must say," he began, "you have indeed exceeded the Divine Dragon's expectations. You are the strongest genius to have ever come from our ranks! If you weren't an enemy, you would be the pride of the Divine Dragon!"
"Pride? I dare not accept that title," Ye Fan retorted mockingly. "The Divine Dragon is far too grand to accommodate a minor character like me!"
The princess's humiliating death, his brothers tortured to their last breath—that tragic scene had always been his nightmare. Now, it was time to end it. As long as the Divine Dragon falls, all the nightmares will finally be over.
"Have you decided how you wish to die?" Ye Fan asked coldly.
