"Yuwen, are you really not going to give them this chance? If we have them guard Matie Road, this group will miss their opportunity for revenge. It's bound to throw their state of mind into turmoil.
Denying someone their path is a life-or-death grudge!"
Wang Kai cautioned.
Ever since Yu Wen Baji ascended to the rank of Grandmaster and slew a member of the Tier Eight Primordial Demon Royal Race, he had grown increasingly ruthless. It was a name Wang Kai would never dare to use again: Xiaoji.
Yu Wen Baji stuck his hands in his pockets, the cigarette dangling from his lips igniting on its own.
"What the hell are you afraid of? None of those rookies can put up a fight. Feng Hua is the only one who's even remotely interesting. Me? Afraid of their revenge? Do they think they're worthy? Even with a lifetime to train, they'd never be my match. I'm doing it my way, so what can they do to me? Heh, if they don't like it, they can just stay in their corner and stew!"
