"Master," Mu Wushuang gazed at the sky full of light, gently murmuring.
"Rest assured, under the presence of the Gray Dragon, no one can survive!" Xiao Qiu also stared at the obscured light screen with confidence.
After speaking, he added, "Unless it's a War King Realm martial artist!"
"Heh, War King Realm, is it?"
A faint and abrupt voice arose, sharply jolting everyone's heart.
At this moment, the light screen dispersed, slowly revealing a tall and slender silhouette.
Xiao Qiu's pupils suddenly contracted.
The tall, thin silhouette became increasingly clear, bearing a faint cold smile on its pale face.
"Old thing, have you had enough fun? Now, it's my turn," Ye Qingfeng's cold voice said.
His clothes were tattered, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. He was ultimately wounded, and the rescue of Zhong Ming had cost him his essence blood, severely diminishing his strength, though his War King Realm power remained.
