Turn the Score

Ye Futian rode on Baize's back and pranced down the street. Baize Demonic Beast appeared to be following Ye Futian's instruction to move at a relatively slow pace.

Ye Futian himself sat in a reclining position and seemed to be at ease. Some people tried to use the divine consciousness to see through his metal mask. However, a thick mist obscured Ye Futian's face under the mask, and no one could get a clear view. Ye Futian glanced over the people who attempted to make out his face with their divine consciousness. One of them screeched with pain as his eyes began to bleed.

"Master, have you thought it through?" A voice came from afar at this moment. Tang Chen and the others popped up on the street and spoke to Ye Futian.

"F*ck off!" Ye Futian's voice was hoarse. Tang Chen was so embarrassed that his face turned ashen. Ye Futian humiliated him in public and showed no respect for him at all.