"Heh heh, kid, you should feel honored to meet me—you haven't lived in vain!" the horned burly man sneered.
"Who are you? Name yourself, or don't blame Ye for being merciless under my blade!" Ye Wudao's eyes were icy, and in an instant, a terrifying aura of slaughter wrapped around him, his blade qi running wild.
Sensing the murderous aura on Ye Wudao, the horned burly man responded with a mocking face; "Hehe, you stinking brat, you're not worthy of knowing my name. A piece of trash like you at the fourth-grade Emperor Level would be killed by the thousands with a single slap from me!"
"Arrogant!"
Ye Wudao snorted coldly and patted the war blade at his waist.
Whoosh!
The Beiwang Blade turned into a streak of black light, carrying terrifying blade qi, and shot towards the horned burly man like a meteor.
Bang!
The war blade struck the horned burly man, and incredibly, it produced a crisp metallic sound, sparks flying everywhere!
