Stepping onto the battle platform, Xiao Heng looked at the young man in green atop the pavilion and smiled faintly.
"Third Commander, please. What are you waiting for?"
"Worthy of being the Pill Gathering champion. You've got quite the nerve. But pill refining and combat are not the same. Do you need this Commander to give you two moves?" Yang Hao lightly tapped the ground and descended from the pavilion, landing not far from Xiao Yan. A contemptuous smile hung on his lips. Today, he would show this boy that some people were not ones he could afford to provoke.
"Hehe, Third Commander, you used such tactics to force me onto the stage, and now you say this? Don't you find that a little hypocritical? Go ahead. I'll satisfy you," Xiao Yan said with a light laugh. His tone was mild, but his words gave no ground whatsoever.
Having spent so much time around Xiao Heng, his personality had changed somewhat as well. He did not want to cause trouble, but if trouble insisted on finding him, he did not mind slamming those people's faces into the ground and stomping on them twice.
Xiao Yan's blunt words immediately set the surrounding spectators whispering among themselves, though most of what they said was far from flattering.
This sort of tactic had never been particularly clever. Anyone with a functioning brain could see through it. If Xiao Yan had not said anything, it would have simply passed, but now that he had spoken it aloud, he was practically trampling the Ancient Clan's pride beneath his feet. That might have been a slight exaggeration, but he was most certainly trampling the Third Commander's face beneath his feet.
Hearing the laughter around him, Yang Hao's expression shifted slightly. He knew perfectly well that his