"Kid, you're way too arrogant! With so many people, forget about you, even those S-class guys coming would be useless!"
A burly man with a deep, gruff voice said.
"That's right! I suggest you get lost before we make a move!"
Another man, slim and with a sinister glare, cracked his knuckles and sneered.
"Ha! Apart from the two of you, there's indeed no one else worth my attention. These years, Huaxia is clearly lacking talent!"
Yang Yan glanced at Zhang Xie'an and Zhuge Wudi, shook his head lightly, and sighed.
"This is different!"
Zhang Xie'an said with a smile:
"Westerners are aggressive, they'll do anything to increase their power."
"Such people in Huaxia, we'd call them Evil Cultivators."
Yang Yan quickly shot a glance at Zhang Xie'an, squinting his eyes:
"It seems you know my identity. So, are you planning to make a move on me?"
"Yes!"
Zhang Xie'an nodded seriously and said slowly:
