"Heh. Congratulations, Tang Shan.
But it seems that dear elder brother of yours is about to make a move against you?"
Suddenly,
Ye Fan, who had been chatting with Tang Shan, gave him a look.
Because
from where he stood, he could see Tang Feng staring at them, his eyes burning with greed.
Especially when he looked at Tang Shan and Ye Fan.
"Tang Feng wanted to use my flesh and blood as nourishment to break through his martial arts bottleneck.
But how could he have known he'd fail to steal the chicken and lose the rice too?
This time, he and I will settle this grudge once and for all.
Originally,
I only wanted to be a spoiled young master, wandering the mortal world without a care.
If my elder brother had needed me, I would have helped without hesitation.
I would have come to support him and secure his position at the helm of the Limit Divine Court.
But when he ground his heel into my face and told me I was trash,
nothing more than livestock he'd raised for my blood, a stepping stone past his martial arts bottleneck,
I knew the elder brother I once admired was dead.
All that remained was an ambitious man who devoured people down to the bone.
It taught me something: retreating and showing weakness will never earn you kindness.
They forced my hand. So the position of young master of the Limit Divine Court?
I'll fight for it too!"
Tang Shan's voice grew colder as he spoke.
At that moment, Ye Fan realized
that the happy little fatty he had once known had grown up.
So much so
that he now carried a trace of world-weary insight.
Ye Fan didn't know
whether it had anything to do with what his