"Am I talking to a dog?" Ye Xuan disdainfully glanced at Dao Yun Saint King, his demeanor exuding extreme dominance.
The so-called humility and courtesy had nothing to do with Ye Xuan, for he knew in this world where the strong ruled, only by showcasing unparalleled strength could he gain others' recognition.
The softer you are, the more others will find you easy to bully, only by being ruthless and domineering can you earn their awe.
Of course, all this is based on strength, without it, it is no different from seeking death.
And Ye Xuan understood himself well; although he was just a Great Saint, by his estimation, not even a battle with a Great Saint King would put him at a disadvantage, and with his tricks, killing a Great Saint King wasn't impossible.
Therefore, before heading to the Tianyuan Kingdom, he intended to assert his power and let the three Saint Kings know that Ye Xuan was no meek lamb, but a true fierce tiger.
"Hmm?"
