Qiao Yong's words sounded humble.
But beneath the surface, he was taking a veiled jab at Xu Yang and the others, implying that they were only stronger because they had cultivated a few years longer than he had.
Xu Yang did not much enjoy trading barbs. When an opportunity presented itself, he generally preferred to kill, so he could not be bothered to respond to Qiao Yong.
Zhang Yong snorted. "Cut the snide remarks."
Ma Yong and the others' expressions shifted slightly. They had not expected Qiao Yong to use their words to take veiled shots at veteran disciples like Xu Yang and Zhang Yong. Of course, his main target was Xu Yang, who had treated him dismissively before.
Qiao Yong swept his gaze over Zhang Yong and said coolly, "Zhang Yong, was it? I'll remember you."
At those words, cold glints flashed in the eyes of Sun Tao and the others. Qiao Yong was far too conceited. He had barely become first among the Ten Elites, yet he was already spouting such outrageous boasts and threatening Zhang Yong. Did he really think ranking first among the Ten Elites meant he was the strongest?
Killing intent surged in Zhang Yong's eyes. "You don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth runs. I'll remember you too."
He did not care about Qiao Yong's talent at all. Even as first among the Ten Elites, Qiao Yong would need a year or two to catch up to him. A year or two was enough for him to find several opportunities to kill Qiao Yong.
Qiao Yong said nothing more and returned to his room.
Xu Yang narrowed his eyes, killing intent stirring in his heart as well. This fellow was excessively conceited and petty. Although he could never threaten