"Or do you truly consider yourself the foremost under the Saints?"
Zhang Heng's body shone with a sinister light, the aura of grievances exploded violently, a dreadful killing intent spread, accompanied by the wailing of lost souls echoing through the heavens and void, a strand of unfathomable killing intent firmly locked onto Ye Xuan, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.
"Do you want to die?"
Ye Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, a cruel smile curved at his lips, despite Zhang Heng being a Quasi-Saint, in Ye Xuan's view, he was no different from an ant, since Ye Xuan was an existence surpassing a Quasi-Saint, he could eradicate Zhang Heng with a mere flick.
"Haha!"
Zhang Heng laughed wildly, as if he heard the most absurd joke, his eyes toward Ye Xuan resembling those he reserved for the dead, filled with utter disdain.
