"You!" Xue Feng gritted his teeth in anger.
He was, after all, someone who received the inheritance of saint so how could he not feel humiliated by Ye Chen's words?
However, he forced himself to calm down.
"What do you want?" he inquired with a cold look.
Seeing him like this, Ye Chen shook his head with a sneer.
"You really think highly of yourself. Is it because of the inheritance? Don't forget how many people are beside me with this saint's inheritance," he said and continued.
"In short, you have nothing that interests me. If you want me to help you, then you must become my slave," he stated calmly.
Hearing this, Xue Feng could no longer suppress his anger.
"Ye Chen, you are overstepping your bounds!" He shouted, his aura rising fiercely.
But Ye Chen did not care at all.
