"With all the flocks of sheep you could possibly face, do you really think a tiger would feel nervous or regretful?" Chen Tianyang asked with a light chuckle, raising an eyebrow.
Wanyuan's face darkened with resentment. She curled her lip and scoffed, "Hmph! How dare you compare yourself to a tiger and treat the elite youths of the Myriad Nether Sect like a flock of sheep? You're going to lose miserably in a moment!"
"Wrong," Chen Tianyang shook his head. "I was merely making an analogy. How could I actually treat them like sheep?"
Chapter 922