"Ye Chen, who gave you the audacity to do this? Tell me, who gave you such audacity?" At this moment, the cold and ruthless voice of the Celestial Flame Peak Master echoed through the mountains, lingering without dispersing.
He wore a black robe, his body suspended hundreds of feet in the air, his face expressionless, exuding a chilling indifference.
Even the students of Celestial Flame Peak felt a chill run down their spines, not daring to breathe loudly.
It was their first time witnessing the Celestial Flame Peak Master in such fury.
"Hmph! Celestial Flame Peak Master, you finally show yourself. Did you think hiding from me could let you monopolize the slots of our War King Hall? I, Ye Chen, am not someone you can squash like a soft persimmon." In response to the extremely cold gaze of the Celestial Flame Peak Master, Ye Chen showed no fear at all, instead mocking him coldly.
