"Impossible, I, Evil Cloud Guardian, will never submit to a young punk like you."
Evil Cloud Guardian roared with humiliation.
He realized Chen Yu was too skilled at insulting others. When they first met, he said he was ugly, then later claimed his strength was average, and now he even wanted him to submit.
Today, Evil Cloud Guardian felt completely and thoroughly insulted from head to toe, body to soul.
"If you do not submit, there is only one road for you, and that is death."
Chen Yu stared coldly at Evil Cloud Guardian.
If the opponent was willing to submit, it was naturally good, as it would mean gaining an additional helper.
If he was still unwilling, Chen Yu wouldn't waste any more words. He would kill him to ensure no future troubles.
Evil Cloud Guardian hung his head low, showing a trace of struggle on his face.
Originally, he was prepared for death, but the sudden lifeline Chen Yu offered, although demanding, rekindled his desire for survival.
