Turning around, Ye Tian glanced up at the martial artists watching him like a hawk from the skies, feeling somewhat disdainful.
Ants banding together are still ants, aren't they?
However, Ye Tian wasn't in a hurry to swat these twenty or so ants dead. He turned and looked at Helian Jiao: "Miss Helian, I have a request for you."
The truth was, Helian Jiao was over a couple thousand years old.
For Ye Tian to address her as Miss Helian was quite disrespectful.
Of course, Ye Tian had the strength to do so.
"Request? What do you want from me?"
Helian Jiao stared intently at Ye Tian, extremely alert. The current Ye Tian brought her immense, indescribable pressure.
"I request you to die." Ye Tian grinned hideously.
Originally.
They were meant to serve as whetstones for Ye Tian.
But suddenly he realized, Helian Jiao and the others weren't even qualified to be whetstones anymore.
No need for a divine puppet to ensure safe passage.
Rather uninteresting then.
