"Are you courting death?" Ye Feng looked at Wang Cong, and simply uttered four words, his tone extremely calm.
Ye Feng's calm tone revealed no emotional fluctuation, yet it made Wang Cong feel a trace of tension...
Wang Cong frowned, "Ye Feng, I'm really giving you face. Do you think being a Daoist Lord makes you remarkable? You're just a True God peak now. Let me tell you, you haven't grown up yet. Until you do, you'd better behave submissively. Otherwise, I have countless ways to make you unfit to stay in the Daoist School!"
However, Ye Feng remained calm, looking at Wang Cong, and casually spoke, "Are you courting death?"
Wang Cong and Zhang Meng were both dumbfounded. Ye Feng was a Daoist Lord genius, strong, but Wang Cong was a Great Perfection True God powerhouse, ranked quite high among the outer court disciples of the Daoist School, with cultivation three levels higher than Ye Feng.
