Ji Wu's face turned pale green as he flew over from afar.
A person with a pale green face would surely not harbor good intentions.
Zhou Yan's eyes twinkled, and he laughed, "So, how comfortable do you feel? If you kneel and kowtow now, I might still let you live."
"You're seeking death!"
Ji Wu's eyes glittered with intense murderous and hateful intent, word by word.
"I've always been seeking death, but you're not capable enough. Look at you, your face swollen from my slaps, like a dog that lost its home. What makes you think you deserve to be number one, or to marry the Holy Daughter? You? I, Zhou Yan, have never taken you seriously. You're just a complete waste, get it? A waste!"
Zhou Yan's words were harsh, carrying an unspeakable scoff and disdain, pushing the ridicule towards Ji Wu to the extreme.
Ji Wu's face turned from green to black, his lungs nearly bursting with rage, yet he didn't act impulsively. Instead, he madly suppressed the endless fury within him.
