Someone of the Noble Fate

This voice naturally came from Ye Futian. Everyone's gazes focused on Ye Futian's direction. Was he crazy? He had defeated Zhao Han and the latter had taken a step back, only telling Yun Qianmo to return to the clan after one month. This was still domineering but even though Ye Futian had shown his extreme talent, he was still lower in plane. Zhao Han not going back on his words was already good enough but now Ye Futian was challenging him again. Wasn't this giving Zhao Han an excuse to mess with him?

"Are you talking to me?" Zhao Han gazed at Ye Futian with some mockery in his eyes.

"Don't take a single step before my mood turns better," Ye Futian said coldly instead of answering the question. "Move then die."

Zhao Han's expression turned odd. Move then die? He looked at Ye Futian and sneered. If the youth wanted to die, then he'd let him.