As soon as these words were spoken, the ten originally laughing and jesting prodigies suddenly froze, their gazes fixed on Ying Yue, eyes erupting with an extreme murderous intent.
"Kid, what did you just say?"
Long Yan, bathed in flames, had two beams of fire shooting from his eyes. Although the temperature around him was incredibly hot, the words he spoke were chillingly cold.
Although the other prodigies didn't explode, their gazes were unfriendly. They teased and joked among themselves with no issue, after all, they are of the same level.
But who the hell does Ying Yue think he is, to dare speak to them like that? He was simply courting death.
"Didn't you hear clearly?"
Ying Yue gently shook his head: "Cultivation for 100 million years, and you only reach this level? Do you think you're impressive? In my eyes, you're nothing but a pack of barking dogs. Comparing you to dogs is an insult to dogs, you're just a bunch of trash!"
"Courting death!"
