Xu Leng suddenly turned around and swept Chen Xi with a gaze that was like a cold bolt of lightning, and he said with disdain, “Who do you think you are? I paid no attention to you earlier because this Young Master had a good mood and didn’t intend to carry out a slaughter. Now, you’re actually trying to take one yard and forcefully seize this Young Master’s spirit herb. You really don’t know what’s good for you. Fuck off quickly, otherwise I’ll kill you now!”
In his words, he’d actually directly taken ownership of the spirit herb, and didn’t leave the slightest room for discussion, and this obviously showed how arrogant and domineering Xu Lengye was.
Chen Xi couldn’t help but sigh in his heart. He originally thought that figures that were capable of entering the Primeval Battlefield would at least be the top experts of the younger generation in the various Dynasties, and they would possess the dignity and pride of an expert. So even if they intended to forcefully seize a treasure, they should clearly figure out the strength of their opponent before making a move, right?
But Xu Lengye...