"Hold it!"
The Five-Clawed Silver Dragon abruptly swept in before Ye Zhen, slowly waving its claws. Its fierce, gleaming eyes stared fixedly at Ye Zhen, while Yuan Yinying, standing atop the silver dragon's head, looked down at him from on high.
Two substantial gazes bearing grave Soul Power pressure shot toward Ye Zhen like arrows.
"Hm?"
Ye Zhen raised his head. As his gaze turned incomparably sharp, he suddenly met them head-on.
Pop!
The two gazes collided in midair with a faint explosive crack. Yuan Yinying's expression shifted sharply, while a trace of surprise appeared in Ye Zhen's eyes.
Yuan Yinying had not expected that, beneath the Soul Power pressure of his formed primordial spirit, Di Kuohai would be so little affected.
What surprised Ye Zhen was that Yuan Hongying's Soul Power pressure had actually put him at a disadvantage. Ye Zhen was a freak who had formed a primordial spirit.
In other words, this Yuan Yinying had also formed a primordial spirit—and he had undoubtedly done so long ago.
"What, after beating the little one, now the old one is stepping up? Your younger brother lost, so you, as the elder brother, are here to reclaim his face?" Ye Zhen struck first, his face full of mockery.
Yuan Yinying's deliberate provocation instantly drew back many martial artists who had been preparing to leave. They all knew there would likely be a spectacle to watch.
Especially those martial artists who had lost miserably. Seeing Yuan Yinying pick a fight, they turned back at once, eager to watch the show and see Ye Zhen make a fool of himself.
Ye Zhen had been one of the chief culprits behind their crushing losses just now. If Yuan Yinying gave Ye Zhen a brutal lesson and made him suffer badly, they could vent