Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, a solemn shade flashed through them.
The Yi Jie in front of him was no ordinary opponent, his strength had already reached the Innate Realm, hailing from the orthodox Taoist Sect of Dragon Tiger Mountain, his power was not to be underestimated.
Moreover, he had to be wary of these two possibly resorting to desperate measures. If they were to lay hands on Su Xiyue directly, things would become troublesome.
"Brat, prepare to die."
Yi Jie let out a low shout, his hands slightly open like tiger claws. As his True Qi surged, he ripped through the air towards Ye Chen.
Ye Chen stepped forward, his palm closing into a fist, carrying an overbearingly fierce momentum, he blasted a punch towards Yi Jie.
As fist and palm collided, streams of Qi flowed, the howling sea breeze ravaged the space between the two, and cracks had already formed on the deck.
