Ye Lin looked at the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword in his hand, his face full of disappointment as he shook his head.
He had thought the prodigies of these transcendent powers might make him look at them a little differently. Who would have thought that these so-called prodigies were even more pathetic than the prodigies of this era he had encountered before?
They were pathetic beyond all bounds.
"Damn it—Fury Thunder!"
Hearing Ye Lin humiliate him so, Zhang Chao's face twisted with rage as he roared. In an instant, purple lightning wrapped around his entire body, and a terrifying dragon head appeared behind him.
The dragon head was formed entirely of purple lightning, looking savage and terrifying.
Lightning coiled around his spear. At this moment, Zhang Chao looked like a true god of thunder.
"Fury Thunder, strike!"
Zhang Chao roared. Lightning exploded all over his body as he charged at Ye Lin with his spear. The purple dragon head sealed off the surrounding space, leaving Ye Lin nowhere to evade.
"Now that's more like it."
Faced with Zhang Chao's terrifying attack, Ye Lin showed not the slightest fear. He merely smiled faintly and raised the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword in his hand.
Just as Ye Lin was about to block the strike, Zhang Chao suddenly twisted his spearhead and fled into the distance without even looking back.
After their two exchanges, he knew he was no match for Ye Lin, so he immediately chose to escape. Zhang Chao was no fool—was he supposed to stretch out his neck and let Ye Lin kill him?
"You've gotten smarter. But do you think you can get away?"
Watching Zhang Chao flee, Ye Lin muttered to himself. He wanted to run after attacking? Where in heaven and earth was there such a good deal?
Besides,