Chapter 459 Then What Am I

“Even without any breakthroughs, taking on ten of you would still be child's play,” Finneas remarked nonchalantly, his tone dripping with casual confidence. The moment those words left his lips, the smirk on Vermeer's face faltered, freezing in place. In the ancient era, few had dared to speak to him with such audacity—and those who did were without exception elite cultivators of unparalleled renown. Yet here stood this greenhorn, brazenly uttering such insolence.