"Who says the weak can't stand up? Did you make that rule?"
Liu Qingyang's fierce eyes glared at the man, his heart filled with raging anger.
First, there was no provocation from him, and second, there was no animosity with this person; they didn't even know each other. Yet, just because of some shouting, he got severely injured by this man.
How could Liu Qingyang swallow this insult? Even if his strength was inferior, he would never submit!
If it was Liu Qingyang's fault initially, he would absolutely have no complaints.
But Liu Qingyang was not at fault; there was no rule on Spirit Beast Mountain against shouting.
"Strength is what matters; don't you know that? Being arrogant in front of the strong, do you know what your fate will be?" the man said coldly, stepping closer.
"Is a Three-Star Shenghuang that strong?" Liu Qingyang retorted angrily, showing no fear.
