Forcefully battling the Black Panther

The Black Panther's killing intent surged skyward. Since he had decided to kill them all, there was no point in saying more. He would wipe out every last human here as quickly as possible.

His figure flashed away at high speed. A black shadow rushed toward Ye Kang, who threw a straight punch—only to find that the Black Panther had vanished.

That was the trouble with Leopard Demons: they were too fast and too nimble. Their racial traits made their feints too numerous and too quick.

But Ye Kang wasn't facing a Leopard for the first time. Hadn't it been the same when he fought Shadow?

Without hesitation, he unleashed the Sky-Crushing Nine Forms: Swallow Returns!

He spun and slammed out a whip kick, instantly judging his opponent's attack.

The black shadow flashed by and leaped to Ye Kang's side.

The Black Panther's eyes widened in surprise. This human brat's battle instincts were terrifying—he was nothing like a flower raised in a greenhouse.

But so what? Could he guess right the first time? The second time?

Claws shot out, heading straight for the right side of Ye Kang's chest. Just as they were about to pierce his flesh, golden light burst from his body.

Daoist martial arts, True Tiger Sword Qi!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

True Gang transformed into swords. Ye Kang's eyes were icy cold. He knew his opponent was fast, so he had never intended to dodge in the first place.

Trade wounds for wounds. Did the Black Panther dare?

Or, rather, did he think it was worth it?

Clearly, Ye Kang had bet right.

Seeing the Sword Qi rush at him, the Black Panther abruptly twisted around and darted backward.

He was a Demon King of the Two Luminaries Realm. How could he trade wounds with a