"Haha, you jest, Leader Xue. You're not dead yet, so how could I dare die before you?" Shen Haoran said with a smile as he walked to the center of the hall, looking at Xue Qinghe.
"Hmph, such a sharp tongue! Since I failed to kill you last time, I'll give you another taste of death!" Xue Qinghe said, staring coldly at Shen Haoran.
"It's not yet certain who will be the one to die!" Shen Haoran's expression darkened as he spoke in a cold voice.
"What arrogance! You dare come to our Leader Xue's headquarters and speak so brazenly? Believe it or not, the spit from all of us combined would be enough to drown you!" a skinny Martial Artist who had come to offer congratulations said upon hearing Shen Haoran's words.
"Exactly! What an arrogant brat!" At this, everyone in the hall chimed in with agreement.
Seeing all the Martial Artists in the hall siding with him, the corners of Xue Qinghe's mouth lifted into a slight smirk as he watched Shen Haoran with a mocking gaze.
