Hearing what Evan Lin said.
Grandmaster You's expression immediately changed as he stood there.
"Don't think that just because you defeated Grandmaster Victor Zhou, you can look down on my master!"
You Han stepped forward: "The three grandmasters of Hong Kong each cultivate a different path."
"If it really comes down to a fight, you might not be a match for my master!"
"In fact, if my master truly intended to kill you, you'd already be dead!"
You Han stared coldly at Evan Lin.
Before Lucy Bai could speak, the elder nodded: "Grandmaster Victor Zhou cultivates what he calls the Heavenly Dao. His spell-arts look powerful, but their offensive strength is actually quite weak. You should have felt that yourself just now."
"Grandmaster You cultivates true killing spell-arts. His name says it all—his path connects with the Underworld. If you really fought him, you might not be his match."
"As for our ancestor Grandmaster Phoenix Bai, her cultivation is even more mysterious and unfathomable—methods you could never comprehend. So, kid, don't think that just beating Grandmaster Victor Zhou means you can disregard everyone else."
While the elder was speaking,
Yvette Locke had already come up beside Evan Lin.
"Are you full?"
Evan Lin looked at her.
"All full."
Yvette Locke nodded, looking adorably silly.
Just a moment ago, her face was still pale, but now her complexion and energy had fully recovered.
"I'm talking to you—can't you understand?"
Seeing this youth in front of him, Grandmaster You felt Evan wasn't even paying attention to his words, and his face instantly darkened.
"My master invited you to discuss the Dao today—that's giving you respect!"
You Han had already stepped forward; his movements were ghostly, and as his voice fell, he suddenly appeared behind Evan Lin.
He turned his palm into a fist and, from behind Evan Lin, threw a punch straight at Evan's back.
"You're just a little Master Lin from Seacrest, who only got lucky beating Grandmaster Victor Zhou!"
"Besides, you can't even see through my techniques—yet you dare boast in front of my master?"
You Han gave a cold laugh; his strike was lightning-fast.
Seeing his fist about to smash into Evan's back, You Han's face was full of smug satisfaction.
After all, this Master Lin from Seacrest was the one who defeated Grandmaster Victor Zhou.
If You Han's strike succeeded, wouldn't it prove that his own strength could rival Grandmaster Victor Zhou's?
You Han's voice was crisp, his actions decisive.
He was certain this Master Lin from Seacrest wouldn't have enough time to react.