Humiliation

Jun Quiyan stared at Ye Futian without answering. The level-eight high-level Renhuang in front of him looked at Ye Futian and said, "Our little disagreement this time didn't really cause you much harm, and if we continue fighting, we will both only stand to lose. Even if you are an unrivaled prodigy, if you really continue to fight against us, you will not make it out of the Penglai Continent. So how about we stop right here, and we agree to never interfere with each other's matters in the future?"

Ye Futian looked at his opponent. His eyes carried a wisp of irony in them.

Only now did they suggest to stop fighting and leave each other alone?

How was that possible?

In this fight, he had already killed so many of their Renhuangs. The grudge between them had already become too deep to let go just like that.

Even if they could let him go, he was not willing to let Jun Qiuyan off.