Yu Zhiming's expression shifted from arrogance to anger, and then from anger to grimness.
As a member of the sects in the Central Continent and one of the emissaries for this Profound Continent's Tian Xuan Realm's mystical event, he never expected Ye Chenfeng to speak to him in such a manner. What's more, Ye Chenfeng even questioned if he had a screw loose?
Yu Zhiming's face was dark enough to drip water; his gaze fixed intently on Ye Chenfeng. He was suppressing the urge to kill Ye Chenfeng with one palm strike. As an emissary for the Tian Xuan Realm's event, breaking the rules would come with unbearable consequences, so he could only endure until the Qingyue Sect was eliminated so he could uproot it.
Yu Zhiming consoled himself in his heart, "Kid, let's see how long you can keep being smug. Just wait! You'll definitely die within the Tian Xuan Realm's event."
