"Ye Chen, don't be too arrogant. I am a Saintly Great Power after all. If you disrespect me like this, aren't you afraid of Heavenly Dao's wrath and retribution?"
Xuanyang Saint, with considerable dignity, doesn't flinch as the sharp spear rests against his throat, maintaining a face of unwavering might.
"Xuanyang, call me 'grandpa,' or I'll kill you!" Ye Chen demanded sternly.
"Ye Chen, who exactly are you? What kind of terror..."
"Don't change the subject. Hurry up and call me 'grandpa,' or I'll chop off your head!" Ye Chen brandished his spear, as if he was truly about to cut Xuanyang down.
"..." Xuanyang Saint didn't dare to speak or act arrogant anymore, fearing that Ye Chen might truly kill him.
"Damn it, stop playing mute. Will you call or not? If not, I'll kill you!" Ye Chen's small hand trembled, the Dragon God's spear emitted a cold glow, piercing Xuanyang Saint's flesh as if it was really about to sever his head.
"..."
