"Kill!" Ye Feng's voice burst forth with his breath.
Seventeen moved, launching himself forward like a ferocious tiger.
Jiang Xianhe was clearly prepared and, together with the remaining two Inner Strength Grandmasters, charged directly at Ye Feng.
Being Inner Strength Grandmasters, especially Jiang Xianhe who had already stepped into the realm of a Huajin Grandmaster, their presence was formidable, with their robes billowing and snapping without any wind.
Jiang Xianhe's speed was even faster than Seventeen's; in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Ye Feng.
But Ye Feng still sat immobile in his wheelchair like a mountain, not even a frown crossing his brow.
There had been a time when he, the Northern Border King, faced thrice his number in enemies, surrounded by legions of soldiers without changing his expression, let alone being fazed by a mere Huajin Grandmaster.
"Die!"
