Miao Yingwei wore an expression of disdain as he said, "I myself am invincible, so do I need to rely on my father or whatnot?!"
His words were filled with pride and arrogance.
"Oh?" Ling Han was slightly astonished. He genuinely hadn't come across someone as confident as Miao Yingwei in this place. This was unlike those second-generation young masters who harbored an inner sense of inferiority while being haughty. This was because they were nothing more than prisoners.
'Perhaps…?'
Ling Han smiled, and said, "You're an outsider who's come here to train, am I correct?"
Miao Yingwei's expression involuntarily changed.
Even though he was brimming with confidence, he only possessed a cultivation at the Sixth Heaven. At most, his battle prowess could only reach the peak stage of the Seventh Heaven. Thus, if faced with Eighth Heaven and Ninth Heaven Celestial Kings, his only fate would be death.