Meanwhile, in Dean Flender's room,
Tang San sat rigidly beside the bed, seething with anger. His heart brimmed with fighting spirit, and he could no longer contain his urge to battle.
If Dean Flender and Grandmaster beside him had not stopped him, he probably would have already started fighting Ye Xingchen!
"Tang San, think this through. Breaking through to Soul Elder is good, but with your paltry skills, do you really have the strength to defeat Ye Xingchen?"
"Take my advice. Ye Xingchen is gifted, as handsome and graceful as a jade tree in the wind, and monstrously talented. You're no match for him!"
Looking troubled, Dean Flender glanced at Tang San, shook his head a little, and spoke gravely.
Tang San: "..."
Hearing this, Tang San was immediately speechless.
Had he not known that Dean Flender and Grandmaster were close, he would have thought the man was in cahoots with Ye Xingchen!
As graceful as a jade tree in the wind? Gifted? Was he here to mock him?
Growing angrier with every word, Tang San snorted. Looking at Grandmaster standing beside Dean Flender, he shook his head and said,
"My mind is made up. Say no more! Whether I win or lose, we'll only know after we fight."
"Until I destroy Ye Xingchen, the resentment in my heart will never fade!"
At a loss for words, Grandmaster sighed softly. Seeing how aggressive Tang San was, he had nothing left to say.
After all, things had already come to this. They probably really would have to fight to settle it.
He glanced at Flender and said with a bitter smile,
"Let him do as he pleases. I'm staying out of it. But if Ye Xingchen tries to kill Tang San, I'll protect him!"
Dean Flender nodded slightly, his expression stern.