"Elder Bing Shijiu, make your move."
Ye Chen's light laughter spread, reaching the ears of the eight Icebound Guardians watching the battle, causing their eyes to brighten.
"This young lad is indeed composed."
Bing Shiyi smiled slightly, "I hope his strength allows him to remain composed."
At this moment, Ye Chen's opponent, the lion-faced battle beast Bing Shijiu, also looked at Ye Chen with bright eyes, "Young lad, since you've asked me to strike first, I won't hold back. I am the weakest among the nine of us. If you can't even defeat me, then there's even less hope for you later on."
"I hope you can get past this challenge."
The moment Bing Shijiu's voice fell, his figure flashed and disappeared into thin air. The next moment, a thunderous roar resounded by Ye Chen's ear, and at the same time, Bing Shijiu's lightning-fast shape appeared directly in front of Ye Chen. With a big hand, he reached straight for Ye Chen.
