The young man lay there, looking utterly content as he murmured now and then, "So comfortable. Ah, so comfortable."
Hua Yunfei ignored the deliberate provocation.
It wasn't going to make him angry.
On the contrary, he thought the young man was like a child, far too childish. What kind of cultivation did he have, if he still had to provoke people like this? His methods were rather low-level.
At the same time, Hua Yunfei sensed a hint of spite in the young man's tone and behavior.
Although he looked down on Kaoshan Sect and all its ancestors at every turn, Hua Yunfei thought he had probably been given a hard time before. To put it bluntly, some ancestor might have kicked him in the rear.
The young man claimed to be the Nether King Dragon. As the Nether Lord's Mount, and the mightiest savage beast in the world according to the people of the Dark World, he was certainly stronger than most of Kaoshan Sect's ancestors.
But that didn't mean he was stronger than every single one of them!
As the saying went, there was always an ancestor above the ancestors!
Surely some ancestor could beat him!
"Boy, put some muscle into it. Didn't you eat?" The young man squinted and called out lazily.
Hua Yunfei increased his strength, even channeling the full power of his Indestructible Battle Body into kneading the young man's shoulders, but the young man remained unmoved.
"That's the right pressure. Not bad, not bad. I knew I was right. Boxing cultivators are all suited to massage work. You've got a great grip."
The young man's lips curled as he spoke mockingly.
Of course he could tell Hua Yunfei was using all his strength to knead his shoulders. But so what?
A young man was still