China’s Battle God Yang Junlin

"My Uncle Yan was already a Martial Dao master 20 years ago when he was 19. Nobody in the younger generation was his match and now he's ranked No. 8 on the Heaven Leaderboard." Pang Feiyan's face turned red in rage. "You're just a frog in a well who knows nothing. Don't spew nonsense. Him blowing his breath at you could kill you."

The rest nodded one after another hearing that. Yan Nanfei was a legend in the navy and most of them had heard of him.

The quiet lady looked at Ye Chen and secretly frowned. She loathed people who said things just to attract attention.

"Brother Ye, don't spew nonsense," Pang Hao stated while looking rather cold.

Ye Chen could only smile quietly.

"Watch with your eyes wide open. You'll know how powerful Uncle Yan is when he attacks later." Pang Feiyan was getting angrier as she thought to herself. She could not believe that someone would humiliate his idol.