The White-Haired Boxer King was standing right in front of Yang Qi and looking at him imperiously, as though Yang Qi’s fate rested completely in his hands.

It was the immense confidence of someone who had come out victorious in thousands upon thousands of battles. Only someone who had killed countless enemies could carry himself like this, and it would cause most people who stood in front of him to tremble reflexively.

Yet that pressure didn’t do anything to Yang Qi. He was an Ascendant, and was actually a lot more impressive than the White-Haired Boxer King. In the impure lands, he had slaughtered his way toward the level of a god, and was infinitely superior to any disciples that could be found in the sects of the god world.

To Yang Qi, the White-Haired Boxer King’s confidence made him seem like little more than a frog in a well. Whatever battles he had fought through, they were definitely like children’s games compared to what Yang Qi had experienced.

“What did you just say, White-Haired Boxer King?” Yang Qi said, tapping his fingers together. “I didn't quite ...