To Ye Zhen's surprise, Yang Beng agreed with remarkable decisiveness!
He directly swore a poisonous oath upon his soul, exactly as Ye Zhen required. It was a true soul-poison oath—once it came due, it meant death and the dissipation of one's soul!
But after a moment's thought, Ye Zhen understood why Yang Beng had made such a vicious oath so readily!
Confidence!
Confidence born of the immense strength of a Dao Entry Realm martial artist!
As a Dao Entry Realm expert, let alone a Pulse Forging Realm martial artist, he could slap anyone below the seventh level of the Palace Opening Realm to death. Even seventh- or eighth-level Palace Opening Realm martial artists would probably take no more than two or three slaps.
Only ninth-level Palace Opening Realm Kings could contend with them.
And even if Ye Zhen was no ordinary Pulse Forging Realm martial artist, even if his combat strength rivaled that of a sixth- or seventh-level Palace Opening Realm King, so what?
Especially now that Yang Beng had already witnessed so many of Ye Zhen's trump cards.
"Great Sage of Sea Quelling, please!"
With a slight gesture, Yang Beng flashed into motion and shot into the sky first. Then he looked down at Ye Zhen from above, his eyes brimming with Baleful Intent!
He had already decided that he would kill Ye Zhen on the spot in this battle. Not only would he kill him, he would capture Ye Zhen's Innate Soul alive, torment it properly, and then sell it for a fine price!
"Island Master Yin, Big Brother, once the battle begins, I'll have to ask you to count the time. For me, even one extra breath—no, even half a breath—could be fatal!"
Ye Zhen was not exaggerating in the slightest!
Facing a Dao Entry Realm expert