An Lin was not enraged in the slightest by the black phoenix's words. Instead, a cold smile began to emerge on his face. "Then what if you can't kill us with one finger? You have to pay a price for not living up to your flex, don't you?"
The black phoenix's expression faltered slightly, and he felt a hint of humiliation.
He clasped his hands behind his back and looked up into the sky with a sneer on his face. "Are you trying to goad me? Ants like you don't have the right to negotiate with me."
An Lin shook his head with a forlorn sigh. "If you don't have the strength to back up your flex, then don't say you can crush others with a single finger. Flexing without being able to back yourself up just makes you look like a stupid c*nt."
The black phoenix's gaze fell upon An Lin with rage burning in his eyes, and a devastating aura akin to that of an ancient godfiend swept toward An Lin.
