"Ye Junxie, the match is already over, yet you still dare to make a move?!"
"Ye Junxie, you're too arrogant, you clearly injured him on purpose!"
The other young men also shouted angrily.
Ye Junxie responded coldly, "I am indeed arrogant; I did injure him on purpose, so what?
What can you do to me?
If you have the ability, defeat me in the tournament!
If not, then shut up!"
"Ye Junxie, there will definitely be someone who can defeat you brutally!"
Someone roared.
"Oh, really?"
Ye Junxie threw his head back and laughed, "Hahaha, I'll be waiting!"
After saying this, he turned and walked away directly, scaring the spectators into retreating hastily.
Bixiao Peak.
On the high platform.
The "Divine Son of Li Fire," Yan Juefeng, is battling with a young prodigy.
At this moment.
In the sky above, the Nine Layers of Flames Formation was forming, trapping a young prodigy.
Nine colors of flames blazed, twisting and cracking the Void.
