"Taking my head from my neck? With just you? This is the coldest joke I have heard since I was born!"
As Ye Fan's words echoed in his ears, Emperor Bai laughed full of mockery, looking at Ye Fan as if he were looking at an idiot.
Jie Dao also sported a face filled with scornful amusement.
Just now, he had watched the entire process of Ye Fan and Emperor Bai vying for the Snow Lotus King, gaining a clear understanding of their strengths.
In his view, although there was only a half-realm difference between Ye Fan and Emperor Bai, their combat abilities were as different as clouds are from mud, and they simply could not be discussed on equal terms.
Master Bodhi Wu Yin did not laugh at Ye Fan.