The fragments of the mask even scratched his face and left a few bloody marks.
This scene caused the surroundings to fall silent. They had yet to actually trade blows, but Ye Chen had put on a domineering display of power.
Even Mo Ning subconsciously covered her mouth as she stared at Ye Chen's back. Had she misjudged him?
Xiang Yingjie stretched out his hand and touched his bleeding face. Then he laughed sinisterly, "Good! Very good! Ye Chen, you've successfully pissed me off."
"Since that's the case, I'll let you experience the true power of body refining and my Sword Dao!"
Holding his broadsword aloft, Xiang Yingjie stepped forward slowly.
Every step he took shook the ground, as an illusory phantom of a berserk lion gradually materialized behind him.
The lion roared, and the forest shook!
Suddenly, Xiang Yingjie took a step forward and unleashed a mighty slash with his broadsword!
