Ye Yuan did not have many words, but that contemptuous attitude was even worse than Yang Qing's.
But on the blood race's side, there was really no one who dared to speak.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Yan Meng three people.
Only the Saint Sovereign Hundred Sons could deal with Ye Yuan.
"What bullshit Saint Sovereign Hundred Sons, the blood race's trash came up with a ranking and think that they are invincible under the heavens? Come, come, come! Have a fight with your Grandpa Yang if you have the ability! This time, let's fight one-on-one!"
Seeing Ye Yuan's boundlessly imposing appearance, Yang Qing became unhappy.
He was originally planning on sweeping the blood race away. In the end, Ye Yuan took the limelight. He was currently irritated in his heart.
Yuan Zheng revealed a look of amusement and said to Yan Meng, "Go and play with them?"
Yan Meng nodded slightly and said, "This kind of drudgery can only be done by me."
