"You all, come at me together..."
Those words boomed like thunder, leaving the Ye Family clansmen dizzy. Many of them had the first urge to feel Ye Zhen's forehead and see whether he had been burned senseless by fever.
Not to mention that Ye Hao was an Inner Disciple of the Li Shui Sect, possessing True Essence Realm cultivation. Below Ye Hao, there were seven Ye Clan juniors at the Blood Refining Fifth Level, while the rest were all around the Blood Refining Fourth Level.
You, Ye Zhen, wanted to challenge all of them? Who did you think you were?
Not only were the clansmen stunned, the nineteen Ye Clan youths waiting below the stage clenched their fists as well. Some even ground their teeth until they crackled, itching to rush up and teach Ye Zhen a lesson right then.
Damn it, he was looking down on them far too much!
In their eyes, Ye Zhen had only been an Outer Disciple of the Qi Yun Sect for a few months. His cultivation might not even match theirs.
Ye Hao's handsome face instantly turned bright red.
"Utterly arrogant!"
Those four words burst from between his teeth. As his fist stance rose, palm shadows as dense as watery reflections shrouded Ye Zhen.
The moment that fist stance appeared, Ye Zhen laughed.
Flowing Water Cotton Palm.
Ye Hao was actually using Flowing Water Cotton Palm, and his mastery was several degrees inferior even to Mountain Crossing Wind's. Let alone Ye Hao's poorly mastered Flowing Water Cotton Palm, even Mountain Crossing Wind's Flowing Water Cotton Palm was easy for Ye Zhen to break now. He could crush it head-on with sheer strength, much less when he knew the intricacies of Flowing Water Cotton Palm.
"Ye Hao, you really aren't my opponent!" Ye Zhen