"That old beast!"
Yang Ying saw Wang Qianhe as well.
Impulsive, he wanted to lunge forward and kill the old bastard.
But Yang Xiao, of course, wouldn't let him actually charge forward. Even though the old bastard was as vile as a stray dog, his identity as a Fifth-level Great Pharmacist aside, his strength alone was at least at the Peak of the Innate Realm.
In fact, Yang Xiao could sense that purely in terms of cultivation aura, this Wang Qianhe was likely even a bit stronger than his own father, Yang Zhentian.
As for whether he had reached the realm of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, Yang Xiao couldn't tell.
The old bastard concealed his true strength very well.
"Heh... The Yang Family junior has arrived. What an inconsiderate brat, making all of us wait for him. Master, do you truly believe this competition is necessary?"
Wang Qianhe first threw a barb at Yang Xiao, then turned and cupped his hands toward Elder Yao.
