Jiang Qi's laughter echoed through the open valley, filled with murderous intent and absolute confidence.
He seemed to already see Ye Qingchen's miserable state at his feet, the ferocity in his eyes growing more intense, as if he had transformed into a bloodthirsty beast, eager to tear everything before him to shreds.
Qin Yue, seeing Jiang Qi's smugness, was furious. She stepped forward fearlessly and said coldly, "Jiang Qi, what are you so proud of? Without Elder Li's help, do you really think you can take on Ye Qingchen? You're just a bully, don't you understand that you have no real skills yourself?"
Qin Yue's voice was laced with thick sarcasm and disdain, her gaze as sharp as a knife, piercing Jiang Qi's heart.
She knew that Ye Qingchen was gradually rising, while Jiang Qi was merely relying on his family's power and one or two strong backers, with no true ability to compete with them.
Her words were like a sharp sword, directly hitting Jiang Qi's sore point.
