Silver Snake's Steel Hoops

Facing such a vast disparity in numbers, Yang Jie remained impassive as he slowly drew his right hand from where it had been folded across his chest...

Nether Tiger's expression changed drastically. He forcibly stopped in his tracks and raised a hand in a halting gesture. The two hundred gene warriors behind him also stopped, their faces tense and uneasy. They did not even dare meet those indifferent eyes.

Then something unexpected happened. The raised hand did not launch any attack. Instead, it slowly fell onto the crimson shoulder armor on Yang Jie's shoulder and lightly brushed away the dust.

Nether Tiger and the others' expressions instantly turned extremely ugly, and the atmosphere became awkward.

The spectators hiding in the distance wore strange expressions. A mere hand-raising gesture had frightened the Zodiac and two hundred gene warriors into stopping in their tracks.

A man's reputation was like a tree's shadow! Was this the terror of the Ten Kings' titles?

They even had the illusion that although Nether Tiger's group had surrounded the Tyrant, it felt as though the Tyrant alone had surrounded them all.

A true king needed no blades. One name alone was worth an army of thousands.

"Don't even have the courage to look me in the eye? How boring." Yang Jie shook his head slightly, then turned and headed straight for the cave without even sparing them another glance.

Nether Tiger flew into a rage. As one of the Zodiac, even if he was not as famous as the Ten Kings, he was still a formidable expert not to be underestimated. How could he not be furious after being treated with such contempt?

"Kill!!"

Crimson Blood Qi seemed to squeeze out from the gaps between his muscles. Like flames, it instantly ignited his entire body. He threw