"Young Master Ye possesses great divine techniques!"
Zhao Jing quickly retorted.
In his heart, Ye Qingchen should be like a Sword Immortal; how could he allow others to insult him like this?
To be able to slay the Netherworld Giant Eagle with one stroke, do you dare to call him useless?
"Hmph!"
The woman, aware of her slip of the tongue, was proud and naturally unwilling to apologize to Ye Qingchen for one word.
More than that, earlier, she saw with her own eyes how Hong Man and Jiang Churan fought the Red Flame Demon Tiger, while Ye Qingchen stood by watching, not even intending to lend a hand.
Such a person, she utterly looked down upon.
"Who are you people?"
Ye Qingchen glanced at the other party.
He noticed.
The woman and the few youths behind her were dressed in the same attire, appearing to come from the same place.
