Ye Chenfeng spoke his mind.
"Yes, that's right. If you want to challenge us, you need to reach our level; at least the challengers' numbers should be greater than ours. You guys, send more people up here!"
Lei Laohu couldn't agree more with Ye Chenfeng's perspective and quickly chimed in.
In the end, Yitian Zhengwei and Lei Laohu each sent out four people, totalling eight people surrounding Ye Chenfeng.
"Yes, that's more like it. Come at me together, I'll wipe you all out in one go."
Ye Chenfeng was excited.
"Looking for death!"
The eight disciples were all muscular men with fiery tempers.
Ye Chenfeng's words instantly set them ablaze, and they charged at him in anger.
"Bang!"
Ye Chenfeng stood still, but at the moment the opponent's attack arrived, he unleashed a Lightning Leg right to the face.
"Ugh..."
A miserable scream, and one person flew sideways.
"First blood!"
Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself.
With an over-the-shoulder throw, another person was sent flying.
