Yan's voice was full of provocation.
"I heard you're the teacher's newly accepted disciple?"
Lin Ye could not even be bothered to raise his eyelids. He merely gave a faint "Mm."
That dismissive attitude completely enraged Yan.
"Kid, you're pretty arrogant!"
Yan laughed in extreme anger.
"I don't care what method you used to become the teacher's disciple, but in Spirit Hall, everything is decided by strength!"
"I, Yan of the Golden Generation, challenge you now!"
He suddenly pointed at Lin Ye, his voice ringing across the entire square.
"Do you dare come to the Soul Fighting Arena and spar with me?"
The moment those words fell, the entire venue fell silent.
Everyone's eyes focused on Lin Ye, waiting for his answer.
Hu Liena frowned tightly. Just as she was about to speak up and stop this, Lin Ye halted her with a glance.
Lin Ye finally slowly raised his head, meeting Yan's provocative gaze. With a cold laugh, he said,
"Spar?"
He chuckled, then spoke words that instantly shocked everyone, including Yan.
"Sure."
"However..."
Lin Ye's gaze swept over Yan, as though he were looking at a clown.
"Are you worthy?"
Are you worthy?
Those three light words were like three resounding slaps viciously striking Yan across the face.
The entire square immediately became deathly silent.
Everyone was stunned senseless by Lin Ye's earth-shattering response.
Holy shit!
Was this kid insane?
Did he know who he was talking to?
That was Yan!
A core member of the Golden Generation, the ruthless man ranked second at Martial Soul Academy, a level forty-nine Soul Ancestor!
Where did a newly arrived brat get the nerve to speak to him like that?
Yan's expression shifted from astonishment to shock, then to utter fury in merely a second.
"Kid, you... what did you say?!"