Falling into the hands of Northern Martial Zen, Ye Qing felt a chill in his heart. The strength of Northern Martial Zen was similar to Ao Wuchang, which was absolutely oppressive to Ye Qing. Although Ye Qing was not weak now, he had no power to resist before him.
"Northern Martial Zen, you can be considered an elder. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world for doing such a thing?" Ye Qing said solemnly, "I competed with the Bei Family successor, winning and losing was normal. Your disciple lost to me because his skills were inferior. Instead of finding ways to make him stronger, you, an elder, came to personally deal with me, a junior. Don't you feel ashamed?"
"Ye, you underestimate me, Northern Martial Zen!" Northern Martial Zen sneered coldly and said, "If it were just a mere competition, it wouldn't be worth me personally coming here."
"Then what exactly do you mean?" Ye Qing asked solemnly.
