The wicked disciple Ye Shaoyang has left the island. He can practice medicine, fight, and do just about anything.
I'm not targeting anyone in particular. I just want to say that there's no one in this world I can't afford to offend.
What? You say you're the King of Mercenaries, your fists shake the world, and you're domineering and arrogant, and I can't afford to offend you?
Ye Shaoyang flicked a finger. A burst of force whistled through the air, and the King of Mercenaries died!
What? You say you're a martial arts grandmaster, your martial arts are godlike, and you can kill a man within ten steps, and I can't afford to offend you?
Ye Shaoyang struck with one palm. The void trembled, and the martial arts grandmaster was dead!
What? You say you're an Immortal Emperor reborn, returned from cultivation, and undefeated for a hundred thousand years, and I can't afford to offend you?
Ye Shaoyang reached out across the air. A sword came from the west, and the undefeated Immortal Emperor perished!
I'm really not lying to you. There's no one in this world I can't afford to offend.