On the battle arena forged from white jade, two figures stood facing each other.
One of the figures, dressed in white, appeared exceedingly handsome and elegant—it was clearly Ye Chen.
The other figure stood at a towering two meters or so, with muscles bulging like coiled dragons, exuding a powerful presence, resembling a humanoid barbaric dragon.
This person was none other than Luo Yuan, the son of the Luo Family's Grand Elder.
"Ye Chen, you ignorant waste, why don't you kneel down and surrender immediately? Do you really think you're qualified to be my opponent?," Luo Yuan suddenly sneered, looking at Ye Chen with extreme disdain, as if gazing at an ant that could be crushed at will.
"Whether I'm qualified or not, you'll know when we try!" In the face of Luo Yuan's ridicule, Ye Chen remained remarkably calm, with a boundless battle intent surging from his entire being.
