Yi Chen sprang up, curved his arms into a circle, and gathered a dense mass of yellowish-brown wind energy, then slammed it viciously toward the burly man's head.
The burly man roared in fury. A streak of silvery-white sword light shot out and collided with the yellowish-brown wind energy, and both forces scattered. Yi Chen seized the opening to drop down and plant a heavy palm strike on the burly man's chest.
With a sharp crack, the burly man screamed and fell backward, spitting out three pristine white front teeth. Half his ribs snapped, and he lay twisted on the ground, groaning endlessly.
His face dark, Yi Chen said icily, "Damn it, where did a monster like you crawl out from? Hmph, you certainly looked full of yourself."
The burly man groaned in agony. "Just what are you? Who are you? You can't kill me. You can't." He forced out the words with difficulty. "You can't kill me, or our master won't let you get away with it. He'll never forgive you. He'll definitely come after you."
Yi Chen walked over, seized the burly man by the neck, and lifted him up. Staring at him coldly, he said, "Your master? Oh? Now I'm curious. Who is it? The Demon Dragon King?"
The burly man cried out in panic, "His Majesty the Demon Dragon King? No, you can't possibly know His Majesty the Demon Dragon King."
Yi Chen narrowed his eyes. He released the burly man and stood a little over a foot away, pondering silently for a while before saying coldly, "Whatever your background, you won't escape death!"
The burly man stared blankly at Yi Chen. After a long while, he shook his head, clenched his teeth, and began to growl. Suddenly, he let out a piercing howl, pushed off