"What a stinky brat, what did you say?"
Guo Zhengtai was secretly snickering in his heart, but he never expected Ye Qian to utter such a sentence. It surprised him greatly, and at the same time, he was furiously enraged. How dare this damned guy refuse to let Ye Xiaofei hand over the Divine Sword to him.
"I said, the Divine Sword will absolutely not be given to you."
Ye Qian was very young, just over a year old now, and even shorter in stature. If it were anyone else, they'd probably just have learned to speak or walk, but Ye Qian was no different from a grown adult in speech.
"You little bastard, you're just a tiny tot and you dare to spout such insolence, seeking death."
Guo Zhengtai was utterly baffled. Where on earth did Ye Qian get the guts to talk to him like this? It made him extremely vexed. He snorted coldly, grabbed Ye Qian, and slammed him hard onto the ground.
"Son."