Zhou Long had roamed the Jianghu for dozens of years, engaging in hundreds of battles both great and small. With his Iron Fists, he had carved out a formidable reputation; his Killing Intent had long since condensed to the extreme.
Yet at this moment, the sliver of Killing Intent that Ye Chen displayed was even more intense than his, as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood surrounded Ye Chen.
The intense pressure made Zhou Long's heartbeat begin to pound violently, and with narrowed eyes, a sense of foreboding rose within him.
"Who exactly are you? Shen Junru shouldn't have someone like you by her side," he said gravely, muscles tensed, staring fixedly at Ye Chen.
"You aren't qualified to know who I am," Ye Chen responded indifferently, taking a light step towards Zhou Long.
Zhou Long's face turned ashen. He narrowed his eyes and bellowed, "Everyone, attack!"
