At this point, Yang Chen no longer had any need to show the other side any courtesy.
After all, they had already torn all pretenses apart.
Chen Jiangshan's fury surged. From the bottom of his heart, he believed that no matter how much he humiliated Yang Chen or made trouble for him, Yang Chen would not dare respond. Yet he had never expected Yang Chen to actually snap back at him now.
"Yang Chen, you have no respect for your elders!" Chen Jiangshan shouted.
"So what? What can you do to me?" Yang Chen shrugged, his face full of provocation. "And you have one thing wrong. I merely have no regard for you; I do not disrespect my elders. Don't confuse the nature of the two."
"Yang Chen!"
The veins on Chen Jiangshan's forehead bulged.
If Yang Chen's earlier anger had not yet made him furious, then Yang Chen had now added fuel to the flames, utterly igniting the rage in his heart.
"Boy, you're courting death." Chen Jiangshan flew into a rage and wanted to strike at once.
But at that moment, the Dao King beside him immediately stopped him. "Martial Uncle Chen, absolutely not. Yang Chen is someone Heavenly Venerate Xingtong personally named and asked to wait for. If you act now..."
Chen Jiangshan's heart abruptly skipped a beat. Though he was roaring at the peak of his fury, he still did not dare make a move. If some other little Enlightenment Stage brat had dared clash with him like this, he would certainly have made them understand how formidable he was.
But who stood behind Yang Chen?
Heavenly Venerate Xiaoming!
And Heavenly Venerate Xingtong.
Did he dare cause trouble for him?
Yang Chen looked at Chen Jiangshan's enraged appearance, the disdain in his eyes as if he