Qing Yue King trembled with rage from head to toe. Had he truly fallen to such a state? Ye Mo was one thing—though outrageously rude, his strength left no room for criticism. In today's battle, even the most demanding person could not find fault with Ye Mo. He had relied purely on his own strength to subdue Qing Yue King and rule over all beneath heaven. Such power was simply unimaginable.
But what was Ye Xiwen? How dare a mere junior of the younger generation shout so brazenly in front of him? So what if he had defeated the Demon Eagle King? The Demon Eagle King's strength was a hundred thousand miles away from his own; they were not even on the same level.
The more he thought about it, the more stifled he felt, and he nearly spat out another mouthful of old blood.
Pfft!
Golden blood sprayed out in glittering droplets, dazzling to the eye.
"Fine. Ten years from now, I'll be waiting for you. Let's see how you plan to suppress me!" A fierce glint flashed through Qing Yue King's eyes, but he knew that his current condition truly was not suitable for battle. Ye Xiwen was incomparably cunning, with one trick after another. If he fought with his battered body, he might truly capsize in a gutter.
With that thought, he did not persist any longer. It was only ten years, a flick of the fingers. Yet it would be enough for him to nurse his wounds back to health.
"Since Ye Xiwen wants to suppress you, I won't interfere. I simply want to tell you that there are some matters you should not meddle in blindly, and some people you cannot afford to offend. If you do something wrong, you must pay the price!" Ye