"Haha, you're dreaming, kid! With your mere Sixth Grade Martial Saint cultivation, you dare to boast arrogantly in front of the Deputy Palace Master?"
A voice rang out suddenly from an elder of the Ten Thousand Treasure Heavenly Palace before Bao Yuntian spoke.
"I'm not even talking to you. You're nothing but a lapdog following others around. What right do you have to bark here?"
Ye Xuan sneered coldly and said.
"You're courting death!"
The elder's face quickly turned beet red, furious in a heartbeat, he then struck out mercilessly, his overwhelming momentum crushing down toward Ye Xuan.
Seeing this, Bao Yuntian's expression remained unchanged. He believed, with the elder's Seventh Grade Extreme Martial Saint cultivation, dealing with a young upstart would be a walk in the park.
"Brat, watch me tear your mouth apart."
The elder of the Ten Thousand Treasure Heavenly Palace sneered, a fierce claw appeared in his palm, aiming to cover Ye Xuan's neck.
