"Boy, what evil skill did you use?"
Fei Lian still couldn't believe that Ye Xuan had broken his move. If even a Fourth Grade Martial Venerate could easily shatter his Flame Demon's Furious Rage, then what threat did it pose anymore? Had his cultivation regressed instead of advanced?
"It wasn't an evil skill that I used; rather, your attack was simply too weak."
Ye Xuan shook his head. He had no intention of revealing the truth. Since he had already offended Fei Lian, he didn't care about making an even deeper offense.
After all, the only thing he needed to do now was to hold on to the support of Lady Zi Ying, and he couldn't care less about anyone else.
"I am weak?"
Fei Lian burst into an angry chuckle, "Good, I will show you now who exactly is the weak one!"
A Human Clan slave who had mocked him time and again, disrespecting the status of Young Master Flame Demon—just that was enough for Ye Xuan to deserve death a thousand times over.
