"Challenge me?"
Xiao Ye slightly frowned and looked up to see a young man, whose figure resembled a towering iron tower, striding forward with intense eyes and an ill-intentioned expression staring at him.
With every step the young man took, the ground trembled slightly, his blood qi surging like an ocean, emitting a trembling sound, extremely terrifying.
"I am Yang Xikang, a junior disciple of the Yang Family—I heard that you are representing our Yang Family in the battle, and I am the first to object. I want to test whether you actually have the capability!"
"I believe you won't refuse!" The young man came to face Xiao Ye and said coldly.
As the young man spread the word, the originally silent plaza suddenly erupted into noise and commotion.
