Ye Wudao burst into laughter on the fighting stage, his demeanor wildly arrogant, yet no one despised him.
Regardless of the earth-shattering act he had just committed, the fact that he defeated Jiang You, leaving him powerless to retaliate, made him the king of this battle.
"I feel like my whole body is bursting with power! Jiang Xiaobai, Young Master Jiang, why don't you come up and have a try?"
Ye Wudao, pointing at the ashen-faced Jiang Xiaobai, laughed heartily, his eyes flickering with a cold light. Who was he? He was Ye Wudao, determined to be wildly defiant to the end, with no room for cowardice.
"Our illustrious Young Master Jiang, isn't it time for you to fulfill your gambling debt?" Ye Ling approached Jiang Xiaobai, smiling faintly, yet his smile was chilling.
Jiang Xiaobai's complexion was as pale as paper, his aura gone, somewhat in disarray. This time it was over, not only had he lost, but he had also dragged the unfortunate Jiang You down with him.
