"Old friends?" Ye Qingfeng shook his head lightly, "Just by you, you are not worthy!"
"Indeed, you are still so arrogant." Wan Potian stared at Ye Qingfeng, his eyes carrying a hint of gloom, "Honestly, I really want to see one day when you're ruthlessly crushed under my foot, the majestic Ye Kill God, bowing and pleading. I wonder what kind of interesting expression that will be."
"You're too pathetic, there's no chance." Ye Qingfeng said calmly.
"Why the hell are you so arrogant? Just because you had some lucky encounters? Is your talent really amazing? When I was in the Ancient Martial world, I was praised by the supreme beings of the Ancient Martial world."
Wan Potian was instantly angered; he couldn't endure Ye Qingfeng's arrogance, couldn't accept it. He was supposed to be the most esteemed person in Huaxia.
"As long as I find my destined chance, I will sooner or later crush you beneath my feet."
"Giving you a Spirit Mountain is useless, garbage is always garbage."
