Seeing Li Xiaoyao stride toward him step by step, Xue Feng showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he smiled.
"You and I have already become enemies. Do you think a few words can erase that hatred? Since when has there ever been such a rule in this world?"
Li Xiaoyao said disdainfully.
He was not good at thinking. He only knew that the young man before him was extremely arrogant.
When it came to matters that required thought, Ye Lin was there. As long as he did something wrong, Ye Lin would stop him.
But Ye Lin had not stopped him this entire time, so Li Xiaoyao knew that what he was doing was right.
"Fellow Daoist, I am the young master of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect. My father is Xue Zhongjian, a third-layer Golden Immortal. The influence of our Snow Mountain Sword Sect spans the entire Mist Map Star Region."
"Fellow Daoist, do you truly not wish to make a friend of me?"
Xue Feng narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly. The geniuses who came from small star regions more or less had some Golden Immortal backing.
But did they not see where they were? This was the Mist Map Star Region.
The Mist Map Star Region was an overlord-class star region in this area. Even a mere Golden Immortal force possessed foundations comparable to an entire small star region.
Li Xiaoyao hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, then turned to look at Ye Lin.
A native Golden Immortal force of the Mist Map Star Region—this involved Golden Immortals. He needed to see Ye Lin's stance.
If he were alone, then to hell with whatever background they had. Golden Immortal? Even a fucking Primordial Unity Golden Immortal would not be enough.
But now, there were many of