"Speak quickly!"
Fang Cheng shouted in a low voice, his fist clenching tight, his knuckles cracking.
"Boy, show some respect!"
Chen Hongye snorted coldly, his face full of displeasure:
"You dare to boast in my presence just because you killed a hungry ghost I raised."
"Back in the day, I dominated the Martial World, and those organization leaders and warlords treated me with utmost respect. Someone as inexperienced as you doesn't even have the right to speak to me."
He lifted his chin, his crimson eyes filled with sarcasm:
"If you truly want to know the details of that fire, then kneel and kowtow to me. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I might tell you in detail."
He paused for a moment, then added:
"But even if you knew everything, it wouldn't change a thing; it would only add to your suffering."
His tone was icy, as if enjoying Fang Cheng's restrained fury, trying to ignite it further.
