"Argh... you're courting death... die!"
Ye Qingxuan's eyes were bloodshot and filled with fury, as though raging flames burned within them.
These ants simply would not stop. Like annoying flies, they charged at him one after another.
In just a short while, he had taken dozens of blows. Even if he had been made of steel, he could not have withstood such a ferocious assault.
"Ging Thief, I suggest you surrender quietly. Goddess Du might even spare your life!"
Zhou Jian stood among the crowd, his hawklike gaze locked firmly on Ye Qingxuan as he waited for the perfect opportunity.
At last, he saw Ye Qingxuan's attention drawn away by the others. Without hesitation, he shouted and shot toward Ye Qingxuan like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Ye Qingxuan had never expected Zhou Jian to attack so suddenly. Before he could even react, Zhou Jian landed a vicious kick on him.
The kick carried tremendous force. A sharp pain tore through Ye Qingxuan, and his body flew backward involuntarily.
Yet Zhou Jian moved with extraordinary speed. Rather than lingering after his successful strike, he darted back into the crowd like an agile rabbit and vanished without a trace.
Ye Qingxuan flew into a towering rage. As he fought desperately against the people surrounding him, he roared furiously:
"You bastard, fight me openly if you've got the guts! What kind of fucking hero attacks someone by surprise?!"
His voice rang out distinctly above the chaos, but Zhou Jian remained entirely unmoved.
He hid in the crowd and continued shouting mockingly:
"Against a Ging Thief like you, all we need is a good mob beating! Since you refuse to see reason, everyone, get him and kill him!"
Just as Ye Qingxuan punched several enemies away, Qin Fei suddenly darted out