When he saw Ye Chen, Huang Lin's eyes showed a hint of mockery.
"Ye Chen, I've heard of you, but so what if you are a genius? Today, you will be defeated by me."
As soon as Huang Lin finished speaking, an excited smile appeared on his face.
The thought of a peerless genius being trampled under his feet filled him with an inexplicable pleasure.
Ye Chen did not respond. Instead, he held a wooden sword in his hand.
Against someone he considered a weakling, Ye Chen felt like an adult bullying a child.
When Huang Lin noticed that Ye Chen had only taken out a wooden sword, his anger surged. This was clearly a sign of disrespect.
"Myriad Rain Sword Technique!" Huang Lin shouted in anger. He raised the sword in his hand, and phantoms of sharp swords shot into the sky.
As soon as the sword phantoms appeared, a terrifying aura erupted.
