Yang Qi said coldly, "However, letting a mere disciple humiliate me… don't you know that an expert's wrath can leave a field of corpses? But, for Xu Yihan's sake, I won't lower myself to his level. I'm leaving."
Xu Yihan's expression soured, and he was just about to speak when he heard Zhang Miaomiao sneer. "Heh, I bet he's too scared to make a move. He doesn't even dare to accept my Senior Brother's challenge and is just putting on airs. An expert? What kind of expert are you?"
The elder and the middle-aged man both nodded slightly. Although they said nothing, it was clear they didn't take Yang Qi seriously. A twenty-five-year-old claiming to be an invincible Overlord? What a joke!
"Zhang Miaomiao, that's enough! Do you have a death wish?" Xu Yihan was truly at a loss for words. He had thought that with the Green Emperor Sect's help, they would make significant gains at the Martial Arts exchange meeting. Who would have thought these people would be so insufferably arrogant?
