"Presumptuous, how dare you impersonate Ye Batian? Believe it or not, I'll twist your head off and use it as a chair." Shangguan Dapao shouted loudly.
Ye Batian saw how fierce Shangguan Dapao was and recalled the past when he led Ye Dapao.
You fierce? I'm fiercer than you. Ye Batian snorted, "Shangguan Dapao, Murong Lan, it seems I haven't shown my power for a long time. Without showing my power, you all assume I'm half-step into the grave, right? Come on, Shangguan Dapao, watch how I deal with you."
While speaking, Ye Batian leapt up, then landed in front of Shangguan Dapao, his fists like dragons emerging from the sea, quick, fierce, and tough.
Shangguan Dapao, with only a fourth-level National Martial Arts skill, was knocked into the corner in just a few moves by Ye Batian.
Shangguan Dapao watched Ye Batian's technique, still the same as before, but faster and more powerful. He remembered, this is Ye Batian's punch, as well as Ye Batian's actions and demeanor.
