"Hmph, trash fighting trash."
Far away, standing atop the Observation Tower, a hint of indignation flickered through Yaan Jinghong's eyes.
All those admiring gazes, all those reverent looks, they should all belong to him!
And that Ling Feng, he's nothing but garbage.
"Enjoy your happiness for a few more days. Hmph!"
Yaan Jinghong gave a cold laugh, his sharp eyes piercing across thousands of yards, fixing on Ling Feng as he said with a faint smile, "Anyway, you won't live past half a year!"
"But don't disappoint me too much. If after half a year, you don't even have the qualifications to challenge the Royal Sword Team, that would be really boring, hahaha..."
The next moment, Yaan Jinghong vanished from the spot, leaving the Observation Tower encased in a thick layer of white frost; the moment he left, the entire tower shattered with a "boom," turning into a pile of ice shards.
...
"Yaan Jinghong!"