At that instant, the jealousy in Ye Haoyu's eyes nearly exploded, filled with rage.
It's not fair!!
It's not fair!!
It's really too unfair!!
Within his heart, Ye Haoyu screamed crazily. In his view, someone like Chu Mo, a mere ant, did not deserve to reach the top yet had already done so.
The strong disparity in his heart nearly drove Ye Haoyu mad, and now he was infuriated to the utmost.
"Damn it, why can this boy reach the top!!"
Ye Haoyu clenched his fists tightly, filled with resentment.
You should know, my strength is far greater than this ant, yet I couldn't reach the top.
At this moment, Murong Chuxue glanced at Ye Haoyu and said indifferently, "Now you have lost, hand over your special fire Cultivation Technique to me."
"Hmph!" Ye Haoyu looked deeply at Murong Chuxue, scoffing disdainfully, "This kid must have used some special methods; honestly, I am much stronger than him, in terms of strength or anything else…"
