Wang Kun's cruel methods and arrogant demeanor finally made Ye Fan unable to stand it any longer; for the first time, his face was overtaken by anger, and a cold killing intent emanated from him.
"Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!"
Ye Fan strode towards the arena, his steps steady and powerful, causing the air to resonate around him as if thousands of troops and horses were thundering forward—an intimidating momentum that cracked the tiles beneath his feet.
Hmm?
Ye Fan's sudden outburst startled Wang Kun, the smile on his face freezing as he stood rooted to the spot.
Outside the arena, the cultivators and other contestants from the tenth group were also stunned by Ye Fan's astonishing surge of aura, standing like statues.
Even Master Kong Ming, serving as the referee, had his complexion change!
Although Ye Fan's anger and killing intent were directed at Wang Kun, he too felt the repercussions, sensing a thick danger that sent chills down his spine.
"Way to go, Brother Ye!"
