Ye Tian felt a pang of jealousy upon seeing Li Xingye's superior handsomeness.
Three years ago, Li Xingye had refused to become a live-in son-in-law for the Bai family, which had paved the way for Ye Tian to fill that role.
However, what one couldn't have always seemed the most desirable.
In Bai Bingyue's heart, Ye Tian would never measure up to Li Xingye.
It was precisely because of Li Xingye's existence as her ex that Ye Tian had suffered countless slaps from Bai Bingyue and endured immense humiliation over these three years.
Consequently, Ye Tian had placed all the blame for this on Li Xingye.
"That's right, Bai Bingyue was turned into a pig's head by me."
Li Xingye stared at Ye Tian, a hint of amusement in his voice.
This so-called Dragon King, Ye Tian, seemed to hold quite a grudge against him.
"What method did you use? Why can't my Nine Needles of Fortune heal Bing'er?"
Ye Tian fixed his gaze on Li Xingye and asked in a cold tone.
His Nine Needles of Fortune could bring the dead back to life and regenerate flesh and bone; there was no illness it couldn't cure.
However, under Li Xingye's peculiar methods, the Nine Needles of Fortune had completely failed.
He desperately wanted to know the reason.
"Guess?"
Li Xingye replied teasingly.
The more Ye Tian wanted to know, the less he would tell.
"You..."
Ye Tian was enraged, feeling a sense of defeat.
Not only was he less handsome than Li Xingye, but he had also been outdone by Li Xingye in the field he was most confident in – medicine.
"Ye Tian, why are you wasting so much time talking nonsense with Li Xingye?"
"Quickly cripple his cultivation, break his limbs, and hand him over to me for disposal!"
Seeing Ye Tian actually engaging in conversation with Li Xingye, Bai Bingyue shouted in furious indignation.
"Bing'er, rest assured, I will definitely cripple Li Xingye and hand him over to you for disposal."
Ye Tian turned to Bai Bingyue with a smile, acting like a loyal sycophant.
"Hahaha... Ye Tian, you're a disgrace as the Dragon King, a pathetic lapdog!"
Li Xingye, seeing Ye Tian's subservient demeanor, couldn't help but show disdain and mock him.
If Ye Tian weren't a lapdog, why would he have married into the Bai family and endured the insults of Bai Bingyue and her mother for three years?
He knew all too well how harsh and overbearing Bai Bingyue and her mother were.
"What do you know? Bing'er is my master's daughter, her status is incredibly noble."
Ye Tian retorted.
Only by keeping Bai Bingyue satisfied could he inherit his master's entire fortune.
For that purpose, what were three years of humiliation?
As long as he appeased Bai Bingyue sufficiently, wealth, power, fame, and authority would be within his grasp.
"A lapdog is a lapdog. Your current strength, status, medical skills, including your identity as the Dragon King, were all earned through subservience."
Li Xingye scoffed.
He held utter contempt for Ye Tian, the so-called Dragon King.
"Li Xingye, I admire you. It's a pity you shouldn't have provoked me, Ye Tian!"
"And you shouldn't have made Bing'er sad and cry!"
Ye Tian clenched his fists; Li Xingye had struck a nerve.
The reason he fawned over Bai Bingyue was because of his immensely powerful master.
"Dragon King Envoys, cripple Li Xingye's cultivation."
Ye Tian's expression turned cold as he issued a command to his Dragon King Envoys.
"Yes, Dragon King!"
The two Dragon King Envoys received Ye Tian's command and transformed into afterimages, charging towards Li Xingye.
However, before they could get close to Li Xingye, they exploded into two masses of blood mist, perishing on the spot.
"You... How did you kill the Dragon King Envoys?"
Ye Tian exclaimed in shock.
He hadn't even seen Li Xingye make a move; it seemed as though with just a glance, the two Dragon King Envoys had detonated.
These methods were too bizarre, making Ye Tian feel a sense of dread.
"Ye Tian, why don't you, the Dragon King yourself, step forward? Don't send these trash to their deaths."
Li Xingye stared at Ye Tian, a mocking smile on his face.