Xu Ke's words were too venomous.
Ye Fan had accused him of just running his mouth.
Xu Ke responded by simply presenting the facts.
Every sentence was like slapping Ye Fan across the face with the truth.
You call me a lowly commoner?
What about you, the so-called superiors?
Spineless cowards! Nothing more.
And you? You say I'm all talk?
Yet your cultivation hasn't even reached the Innate Middle Stage.
On this point, Xu Ke held the most critical advantage.
I mock you with my cultivation level.
In terms of cultivation, you can only be mocked.
Ye Fan's face turned livid, his expression fierce and twisted. "Xu Ke, you're asking for death!"
"Is that the only line you know?" Xu Ke said indifferently. "Aren't you tired of it?"
At this point, Ye Fan was too consumed by rage to think straight. He was no longer in a position to steamroll Xu Ke as he had when Xu Ke first entered the room.
And Huang Zhenyang's expression was even more unsightly.
