“Brat, only the strong are worthy of beauties. I’ll give you a chance to live. Break your own arms and get lost!” Ye Zimo puffed his chest out, eager to display his "upright" spirit to  Shitong. Chin raised high, he gazed down at Chen Fan with an air of superiority. 0

He had deduced Chen Fan’s background in a split second.0

And since he was only at the eighth level, Ye Zimo knew that the force behind him had to be insignificant—certainly no match for the Ye Clan.0

With this sense of dominance, Ye Zimo demanded that he break his arms.0

Although the Ye Clan was only a mid-tier power on Ping Shan Demonic Island, Ye Zimo felt absolute superiority over someone he viewed as a country ...0