"Fan Yuze, I'm going to kill you!"
Jin Yangtian's eyes had already turned blood-red.
Before this, he had never imagined that Fan Yuze's tongue could be so venomous.
But he did not know that, in front of so many people, Fan Yuze was already holding back.
Otherwise, if he truly used his hooligan tricks, even those few on the stands would probably turn pale with embarrassment. Once today's matter was over, countless beatings would surely be waiting for him.
Even so, Fan Yuze had not expected the effect to be this good.
Jin Yangtian was supposedly a pampered young master, yet he could not even withstand this much? Fan Yuze had not even brought out a tenth of his skill, and he had nearly angered him to death?
"Kill me?"
Fan Yuze abruptly stepped back half a pace and shouted with all his might, "Good! Good! You've finally admitted why your three sects came to our Seven Stars Sect. You dare swear to kill me right in front of my father—if you were facing my fellow disciples instead, what would you do? Chop them into eight pieces?"
"I'd grind them into a thousand pieces!" Jin Yangtian blurted out instinctively.
With that one sentence, he fell into Fan Yuze's trap again.
Upon hearing it, Fan Yuze looked as though he had suffered some enormous fright. He staggered back more than ten meters and shouted, "Jin Yangtian, you really are vicious! You actually want to grind all our Seven Stars Sect disciples into a thousand pieces?"
"For the sake of my brothers of the Seven Stars Sect, even if I, Fan Yuze, am no match for you today, I will still have a proper bout with you!" Fan Yuze shouted.
With that cry laying the groundwork, how strong he truly was no