"I don't care what you are, all of you clear out of my way." Qian Ye was in a hurry, her supernatural power burst forth angrily, blades of wind formed and injured the limbs of all three members of the Xue Clan, and among them was Xue Lang.
"Bastard, it hurts so much." Xue Lang endured the pain and stood up again, pulled down his hood, and faced Qian Ye directly.
Qian Ye also recognized Xue Lang, her brows furrowed as she asked, "Is it you?"
"Yes, it's me!" Xue Lang remembered how miserably he had been beaten by Qian Ye a hundred years ago. At that time, Qian Ye and Jian Shen had used a similar tactic, and he felt a surge of fear in his heart.
Qian Ye snorted coldly, "The loser dares to come back, don't think that you have a chance just because you have more people, you'll only lose even more miserably."
All of Xue Lang's wounds healed, he calmed himself, and then he started to roar, building their morale and encouraging his comrades.
