"You make the first move. If I strike first, I'm afraid you won't even get the chance to attack."
The so-called masked True Person stood with his hands behind his back and spoke blandly.
"Oh? Are you sure?"
Ye Buqu raised a brow, his face full of surprise.
Is something wrong with this guy? He's telling me to attack first? Since you're putting on such an act, don't blame me for being ruthless.
Ye Buqu stomped his right foot against the ground and shot forward like an arrow leaving the bowstring, moving so fast that no one could even catch a glimpse of him.
The masked True Person's pupils contracted. Before he could react, his entire body flew backward out of control.
His body was flung high into the air, then vanished from sight.
"This..."
The instant that punch was thrown, the entire venue erupted. Everyone rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
What happened? Could someone tell me what just happened?
"Hm?"
Wang Teng, seated atop the high platform, narrowed his eyes and slowly clenched his fist. Playing the pig to eat the Tiger?
He had some skill, but he clearly did not take Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain seriously enough.
"So Young Master Ye is this powerful."
Li Xian'er thought to herself, her eyes gleaming with wonder. She had never expected that this young master she had encountered halfway through her journey, one who had kept such a low profile, would be so formidable.
Since Young Master Ye was already this powerful, then this old gentleman...
At that moment, Li Xian'er fell into deep thought as she looked at the bored Toutian.
On the island arena, Ye Buqu stood at the very center like a divine pillar that steadied the sea, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings.
"Those below Dao