Coiling Dragon Silk

Ye Fan's voice was amplified by special means as well, though it was far less dramatic than Long Qianshan's. It was only loud enough for Long Qianshan and those on the riverbank to hear.

However, as soon as he spoke, the dark clouds overhead seemed to grow denser, and a faint drizzle began to fall.

Standing on the small boat, Long Qianshan slightly raised his head to look at the dark clouds above. He felt as though he could barely breathe, and a trace of fear of battle arose within him.

This Ye Xuantian before him looked no older than twenty. He was simply too young.

Yet Long Qianshan did not underestimate him. On the contrary, his wariness deepened considerably.

After all, two days earlier, he had encountered another young man under twenty, whose strength had utterly surpassed his understanding.

This Ye Xuantian was also so young. Could he possess equally terrifying strength? How Long Qianshan wished Ye Xuantian would break his appointment and not come.

That way, he would not have to face this situation.

But with so many eyes watching him now, there was no way to retreat.

Since that was the case, then... fight!

Even if he was no match, he had to give it everything he had!

The fear in Long Qianshan's heart gradually faded, replaced by surging fighting spirit.

Ten years ago, he had lost to Ye Wuhen. Afterward, he secluded himself for ten years in that hellhole known as Seven Absolutes Valley, striving to advance further in martial arts.

And after ten years had passed, he had gotten his wish, reaching a martial realm that was relatively close to his ideal.

He had yet to fight Ye Wuhen. How could he shrink back now?

Retreating before even fighting would go against his martial will.