"This Immortal Blood Flower is mine, you have no objections, do you?" Yang Ji eyed the undying flower, savoring its beauty with a smile while his gaze nonchalantly swept over the person before him. His casual words revealed his great strength.
"You!" The wrath of the Ghost tribe genius was already evident between his brows, seeming on the verge of eruption at any moment.
"What's going on? This Gui Fang is an Immortal Ranking Genius, yet he is enraged but not striking, not daring to lay a hand on him? Just watching as he takes away the Immortal Blood Flower?" Some geniuses who were not in the know witnessed this scene and couldn't help but express their utter surprise.
One person looked astonished at the one who had asked and pointed at Yang Ji, responding with a question: "Do you know who that is?"
"Who is it?"
