A fierce surge of air exploded from Xue Jing as the center!
The surrounding air trembled and warped as if burnt by invisible flames, and it seemed that even the temperature had risen sharply.
"Ant, who allowed you to raise your head and speak?"
These arrogant and overbearing words entered the ears, causing many of the thousands of martial artists watching to involuntarily feel a surge of panic, with their knees softening, nearly collapsing to the ground.
As the direct recipient of this fierce aura, Xie Yue's whole body stiffened for a moment, his expression involuntarily showing a trace of fear.
However, being a great master close to the limit-breaking level, with a robust and enduring spirit, he soon gathered his mental focus, forcibly suppressing the fear inside him as if he was facing divine punishment from the heavens; despite still not being able to completely shake off this feeling, he was able to speak.
He gritted his teeth and said:
"You brat, quite the..."
