Ye Feng felt that this Yang Jian was simply a madman.
Knowing full well that he couldn't handle him, and aware that continuing would lead to both their deaths, he still recklessly spouted vicious words, provoking hatred.
In his eyes, it was an act of sheer folly.
Provocation could be directed at the weak but should not target the strong.
So when Ye Feng heard these words, his first reaction was that Yang Jian wanted to fight to the death with him.
His own life was not long for this world, and yet he would rashly stake his life against others; if that wasn't madness, what was?
"What do you mean by that?" Ye Feng furrowed his brows deeply.
"Nothing much, just the literal meaning. Just because I can't kill you today doesn't mean I won't be able to in the future, so the day I come knocking on your door, I hope you'll be prepared. Don't accuse me of deliberately troubling you,"
Yang Jian said calmly, "Of course, I welcome you to deal with me first."
"I won't mind."
