He realized that although Ye Chen's comprehension of domain power was not as good as his, there was an extremely profound aura that even he could not comprehend.
If he was a pure sword, an incomparably sharp sword, then Ye Chen represented the chaos of slaughter. There seemed to be blood, a tiger, and a sword in his killing intent.
"I thought you just relied on your opponents underestimating your strength to win, but it seems that's not the case. I have underestimated you." Zhou Chun suddenly laughed.
Although Zhou Chun said that he underestimated him, there was an invisible arrogance and contempt in his words.
"What's the matter?" Ye Chen smiled and asked calmly. "Are you scared? If you're afraid, you can admit defeat."
Zhou Chun laughed as if he had heard a joke. "Do you think you're very scary?"
As he spoke, his smile turned cold.
"Ye Chen, I know that you're talented, but you shouldn't have blocked my path."
