"You want to fight here? Go on, test the power of the Ancestral Tree's killing intent! Of course, it's not that I'm afraid of you. We can fight later in the Void outside. If I show any fear then, I, Chu Shaocheng, will cut off my own head and give it to you as a chamber pot!"
Chu Shaocheng's tone was frigid, practically spoiling for a fight.
A strange expression appeared on Ye Tianling's face. 'This tone, this posture, this aura... why does it all seem so familiar? Isn't this how I used to act? Could it be...'
"Yeah, kill this Sinful Dragon!"
"Afraid of you? Like hell! Beating you is a bonus, and even if we can't, it's no big loss. At least we can let off some steam!"
"Don't be afraid, Shaocheng Daoist Brother! We have the Celestial Secret Divine Son as our role model. Some powerhouse will eventually make him cry!"
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The whole crowd was instantly riled up.
