Ye Xuan sneered. "What, does a servant like you actually want to attack me, the young master?"
'That bastard!' Hearing Ye Xuan call him a "servant," Zhan Shang was about to explode with rage.
"Brat, don't tell me you really thought I was afraid of you. The Blood Sword Martial Emperor was here just now, so I deliberately hid my strength. Now that he's gone, you still dare to act so arrogantly before me? You're really in a hurry to die!"
An astonishing killing intent erupted from Zhan Shang as a terrifying power instantly swept toward Ye Xuan.
"If you want to fight, then make your move. Stop putting on a show," Ye Xuan taunted, completely unafraid. "Or is the so-called Soul-devouring Race just full of cowards?"
"You think I wouldn't dare?!"
Zhan Shang was so angry the veins on his forehead bulged, and his eyes turned as red as blood.
'He was a venerable of the great Soul-devouring Race. Since when could a mere Martial King from the Human Race look down on him like this?'
BOOM!
