Bai Xiong demonstrated the power of a legend, his speed and strength far surpassing Ye Qiu's. Even with the assistance of the black Qi, Ye Qiu was still no match for him.
Facing the menacing pair, Ye Qiu, unwilling to be captured without a fight, could only engage in a desperate battle.
"This is the difference in strength. Although I don't know what that black Qi on you is, I can clearly tell you it won't save you," Bai Xiong said after a palm strike, his face slightly proud. In his view, a martial artist of the True Qi realm, no matter how skilled, could not possibly be his opponent.
This was the strong confidence Bai Xiong had developed since becoming a legend, relying on his own strength to traverse the world and clear obstacles for the Kondjigr family.
"Talk is cheap. If I were to break through to the legendary realm, I'd beat you with one hand!" Ye Qiu retorted. Even though his strength was inferior, he disapproved of Bai Xiong's arrogant demeanor.
