Qing Xuan's attitude towards the Ancestors of the Xuan Family was completely different from his attitude towards Bai Mo.
Among the four, this Ancestor of the Xuan Family had always been the weakest, and Qing Xuan had always looked down on Xuan Jian, never taking him seriously.
"Thank you for the compliment. In this life, there is no end for the strong, so what's the use of being strong? As the saying goes, the strong have stronger handlers!"
Xuan Jian's expression was calm, like an elder discussing the Great Dao of life.
Qing Xuan coldly shouted, "Don't bother me with your nonsense. If you don't want me to smash your shell with a punch, then submit to me obediently, or bear the consequences!"
"Fine, I am willing to submit!"
Xuan Jian's eyes flickered for a moment and he directly said.
"Just as I guessed, you're not only weak, Old Monster Xuan, but also scared to death!"
Qing Xuan looked at Xuan Jian with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
