Ye Zhixiong had no more idle words left, he was thoroughly enraged!!!
Even within the martial arts world, there were few who dared to provoke and act so arrogantly in front of him; among the younger generation, not a single one existed.
At the bottom of his heart, killing intent was boiling, as scorching as molten iron.
Ye Zhixiong had made up his mind: to seriously injure Su Chen, even to the brink of death. Perhaps, at that critical moment between life and death, this ignorant, shameless whelp would know fear and obediently offer to treat his marrow pain.
In the next instant, Ye Zhixiong took a fierce step forward, and the floor boomed and trembled as if from an earthquake.
He moved with the weight and solidity of a giant elephant, yet possessed the agility of a monkey. His steps were deceptive and eerily unpredictable.
Moreover, his aura completely converged in an instant, like a bomb about to explode, his momentum concentrated to a point, extremely dense and oppressive.
