"I'm not convinced!" Stark's eyes showed a crazed expression, utterly unwilling, glaring at Ye Feng.
"I'm not convinced either!" Worth spoke, his whole body emanating deadly intent. No matter how you say it, they are geniuses, the prodigies among the eight great families, the sons of Divine Domain's elites. Yet now, Sheng Lingfeng actually looks down on them so much for just one Ye Feng.
They simply couldn't understand what it was about a mere Ye Feng that warranted Sheng Lingfeng treating the two of them like this. Ye Feng still had a relaxed expression, sitting on the sofa, then smiled with interest at the two: "Oh? You're not convinced, so tell me, what do you want to do?"
Stark glared at Ye Feng: "Very simple, I want you to know how powerful we are. We'll fight now and let the dean see who between you and us is more suited to participate in this Demon God competition, who is qualified to be the captain!"
