You are not worthy of me drawing my sword?
These words not only drove Ying Qingquan to fury, his eyes looking like a fierce ghost, but even those watching the fight couldn't quite believe it. The members of the Ying Chong lineage were livid, howling in anger.
Such arrogance! He's utterly disrespectful and lawless!
Ying Qingquan was no weakling; on the contrary, he was a recognized genius even among the younger generation of the top ten ancient martial families. Anyone who dared to slight him like that must be a monstrous prodigy of a prince-level!
Could Huang Xiaolong stand on par with those prodigies? No, he probably wasn't qualified yet!
