"When you sent the maid, pretending to invite me into the cabin, I already knew." Ye Qingchen stood in front of Zhao Qinglong, calm and composed, and spoke slowly: "I want to see what trump cards you have, daring to provoke me again and again!"
"It's a pity, it's just that!"
Ye Qingchen shook his head slowly.
To Zhao Qinglong.
Elder Zhao, along with dozens of Death Warriors, could easily dominate everything. Moreover, who would fret over a mere youngster from the Eastern Domain? But to Ye Qingchen, these men were nothing but a bunch of ants, posing no threat whatsoever.
Even a clay figure has some earth quality, let alone Ye Qingchen?
He slowly reached out his right hand towards Zhao Qinglong.
"Ye Qingchen, do you dare to kill me?" Zhao Qinglong's expression changed dramatically, almost unable to believe it. "I am the eldest of the Zhao Family, if you kill me, the Zhao Family will certainly avenge me, relentlessly!"
Su Muzhe wore a mocking smile.
