Ji Pengyu's words had barely finished when the atmosphere at the scene immediately grew tense.
Many people had smirks of schadenfreude on their faces, ready to watch a good show.
"Zhao Zilong, do you know what you were just doing?"
Ji Pengyu gazed at Zhao Letian, his voice indifferent.
"So what if I know? And what if I don't?"
Zhao Letian spoke nonchalantly.
"Do you then know who I am?"
Ji Pengyu's brow furrowed slightly, holding back his anger as he continued.
"The Crown Prince of Sky Dome, the son of Emperor Wu!"
Zhao Letian answered.
"Since you know, you still dare to lay a hand on me?"
Ji Pengyu revealed a cold smirk.
"Why should I not dare? Perhaps, you intend to use Emperor Wu to intimidate me? If Emperor Wu doesn't care about his own stature and decides to step in for you and personally handle me, a mere True Martial Realm insect, then I, Zhao, have nothing to say and am ready to face death willingly!"
Zhao Letian spoke with fearless resolve.
