Ye Qingtang stared at Lin Cong and scoffed coldly. "Fellow, you don't have the qualifications to compete with me."
"What did you say…" A fierce glint flickered in Lin Cong's eyes, and it seemed as though he would behead Ye Qingtang any time.
"I said that it's you who don't have any abilities. How could Miss Ouyang fancy such trash like you?" Ye Qingtang said indifferently.
Lin Cong's heart boiled with fury, and he clenched his teeth. "Bullshit! You have used that Illusion Stone to bewitch Miss Ouyang! You're just a Martial Qi Level Two piece of trash. Today, I want you to die an ignominious death!"
"Oh… You can come and try." The corners of Ye Qingtang's lips tugged up slightly and formed into a sinister smile.
Lin Cong was even more enraged after seeing Ye Qingtang's attitude. He was a dignified Yuehua Sect disciple and was at Martial Qi Level Three, yet a Martial Qi Level Two piece of trash dared to be so arrogant to him!
