Yang Cheng stood there, his hands clasped behind his back, watching Ling Xiao with a cold gaze. Although he was somewhat surprised by Li Anle's defeat, he didn't particularly care.
That fool, Li Anle, must have underestimated his opponent again. Otherwise, how could he have been caught off guard by a surprise attack?
His condescension, his arrogance, no one found it out of the ordinary.
One could imagine that the number ten Half-step Grandmaster, facing a Martial Master with only a cultivation level at the Eighth Layer Martial Vein Peak, would be mocked for being timid if he took too much care.
His current attitude was normal, reasonable.
In front of him, Ling Xiao was no more than a struggling fish on the chopping board.
Perhaps the junior master could not handle it, but once the senior master took the stage, he could easily slice up this live fish.
"Ah, wouldn't it have been good to quit while he was ahead…"
Lan Yu'er sighed.
