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"Is Heavenly Martial Hall really out of contenders, to casually send a little lackey like this?"
Seeing Ye Xuan ascend the high platform, a smirk of disdain quickly surfaced on Lin Yan's lips.
"A little lackey?"
Ye Xuan's expression became quite interesting, as if it was always he who used to call others that, and now, unexpectedly, he was the one being called a lackey.
"Little guy, your uncle here has come to the stage to play with you. Whether I'm a lackey or not, you'll find out soon enough. Considering you're still young, I'll let you take three moves first."
Youthful arrogance is quite normal, but this Lin Yan in front of him was perhaps a bit too arrogant.
"Here we go again."
Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Ling Qianxue's pretty face involuntarily twitched, her chest heaving with agitation. If it weren't for the crowd around them, she would have really liked to pin Ye Xuan down and give him a beating.