The Weak Don’t Have Pride

"Who are you?" Blurted out Ling Chen in a quivering voice.

At this moment, that was the only thing on his mind, the identity of that middle-aged man as well as his relation with Yan Zuntian.

He also wanted to know why the middle-aged man was referring to him as the Fateless Monster. It was the first time he was hearing that term. It was also his first time seeing that middle-aged man.

Nonetheless, all of this stuff was secondary. The most pressing matter was to find out the identity of the middle-aged man.

Only by finding out his identity would he know whether he's a foe or just an eccentric middle-aged man. From his tone, Ling Chen doubted that he was a friend. As such, he had already tossed that idea to the back of his head.

"A weakling like yourself isn't worthy to know this King's name."

"Now tell me, how did you know I was watching you?" Coldly asked Demi-God Ye with his supreme majesty as he looked down upon Ling Chen.