The cold wind blew violently, and snowflakes shuttled through the air like sharp arrows, stirring up a whirlwind-like storm!
Even though Ye Qiubai's voice was soft, it was so deafening in the ears of others!
The faint smile on Chen Yuning's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a cold glint in his eyes.
"Since that's the case, why don't you give it a try?"
"If I lose, I'll withdraw voluntarily… but I don't think that's possible."
At this point, Chen Yuning looked at Shen Furian.
Shen Furian nodded.
When Ye Qiubai heard this, he said indifferently, "I talk too much just to hide the weakness in my heart."
Chen Yuning's expression was ugly.
How could an Intermediate Stage Divine King be so arrogant?
For a moment, killing intent arose in the depths of Chen Yuning's heart!
"Sabers and swords have no eyes, so have you figured it out?"
Ye Qiubai sneered. "I'm afraid your father will stop my killing move."
