"Boy, weren't you all arrogant last time?"
the King of the Foreign Clan mocked.
He admitted that Ye Feng, standing before him, was strong.
After all, how could someone who could kill the Braggart King Mos Quasi-Emperor with a slap be weak?
"I had no choice; you were too weak last time," Ye Feng shrugged, cracking a cold joke.
The King of the Foreign Clan, majestic as Ru Yu, clad in blood-red battle armor, holding a long halberd in his hand, could swing it gently and slash out a blade of light tens of thousands of zhang long as if to split the sky open.
Such an existence was indeed powerful.
But Ye Feng, having mastered the "Seven Steps to Heaven", was confident he could suppress the King of the Foreign Clan with this technique.
Thus, Ye Feng was very calm.
"Boy, you have decent strength. I do not kill nameless people, state your name and origin,"
the King of the Foreign Clan waved his long halberd, saying aloud.
Ye Feng laughed.
Not kill the nameless?
