Listening to Buddha Flame Root's words.
Ye Yun's face turned slightly cold, a glint of coldness flashed in his eyes and disappeared.
Emperor Heimang cupped his fists and volunteered for the battle, "Senior, let me deal with this arrogant Buddha Flame Root!"
"No need, you are not its opponent."
Ye Yun waved his hand, looking at Buddha Flame Root that was rooted in the white egg, he said indifferently, "What a joke, you are merely a small spirit plant, just a True God Realm cultivation level, and you dare to threaten me?"
"My friend, what does a threat matter? And what if there is no threat? We do not interfere with each other, there is no need for a conflict, right?"
Buddha Flame Root's tone softened, seemingly growing timid.
"To hell with that!"
Ye Yun smiled coldly.
At this moment, Emperor Heimang's eyes flickered, as if he saw Ye Yun's hand move slightly, but in reality, it seemed like it hadn't moved at all.
