"Who are you talking to?"
The Ghost King's heart trembled violently, feeling a sense of dread toward Ye Xuan, and he glared at Ye Xuan, questioning.
"Heh, there are three cities in Province J: Jiangdong, Jiangnan, and City J. You've already lost to me in these three cities. Who do you think I'm talking to?"
Ye Xuan squinted his eyes and walked towards the Ghost King, his gaze chilling to the extreme, staring down at the Ghost King, and sneered.
"That damned woman with the surname Hong!"
The Ghost King, who was quite old, glared venomously at Ye Xuan and said angrily, "You people actually teamed up to set me up."
"Teamed up?"
Ye Xuan laughed coldly a few times, a trace of disdain in his eyes, and said indifferently, "Do I, Ye Xuan, need to team up with anyone? I, alone, can suppress the whole of Province J!"
What Ye Xuan said was not empty talk; indeed, he had the strength to accomplish it all.
