From the very beginning, Tian Fulai had looked down on Yang An. Then he began to take him seriously, and at this moment, a sense of crisis unexpectedly rose in his heart.
Tian Fulai found it absurd and unbelievable.
It had been a very, very long time since he had felt this way—ever since his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, he had never experienced such a feeling after reaching the Nascent Soul realm.
Whether facing enemies stronger than himself or joining the two prefectures in exterminating the overseas demons, even those fearsome fiends had never stirred such emotions within him.
Yet at this moment, Yang An had actually made him feel threatened. It was truly inconceivable.
This meant that although he had already taken Yang An seriously enough, he had still underestimated his strength.
"I take back what I said before. You are very strong. None of the people here are your match. Choosing this method to draw attention, prove your strength, and thereby attain a higher position really is the most suitable path for you.
"But!"
Tian Fulai faced Yang An, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"But unfortunately, you met me."
Yang An: "..."
Among the opponents Yang An had encountered, the people from the Origin World were usually ruthless and sparing with words, secretly holding back sinister tricks in order to achieve their goals as quickly as possible. Most of them were old schemers.
Only the cultivators on Earth were different. Though it was normal for them to be proud, they were far too talkative. After every battle, there was always a segment of showing off before the crowd.
Perhaps because he had grown accustomed to the style of the Origin World, Yang An did not bother retorting. He merely watched the other man