As a loser from the old era, what he could least endure was hearing someone tell him to kneel. It was not only a naked humiliation, but also the act of tearing open his scars in front of him and rubbing salt into them.
First, that bitch Ruo Ning had humiliated him by overstepping her place. Then Liang Bing had mocked him without restraint. And now there was Angel Yan, some little girl who was not even a fraction of his age, daring to show him such disrespect.
Did they really think My King Hua Ye was so easy to bully?
"Little girl, aren't you being a bit too arrogant? Do you know who you're talking to?" Hua Ye looked at Yan with a sinister expression, his voice icy as killing intent rose within him.
When it came to disobedient women, he had always made them suffer first, then let them die amid pain and despair. Hua Ye was not one to cherish women; on the contrary, he preferred to ruthlessly crush beautiful flowers.
"Who am I talking to?" Yan raised a brow. "Heh, who? Why don't you tell me?"
How could Hua Ye fail to detect the obvious provocation in her tone? After staring into her eyes for a long while, he laughed in extreme anger.
"Back when the Heavenly Palace lost its war against the Angel City, Kesha drove me out of the Angel Nebula, and I faded into obscurity. That probably left you little girls with an impression of me stuck in that time..."
Hua Ye spoke openly of his disgraceful past, sweeping his gaze across the Little Angels before snorting. "Little do you know just how wrong you are." His eyes settled on Yan, and his expression turned arrogant. "Angel Yan, right? You may not know