Slap!
Xiao Ye's dark pupils gleamed coldly as he reached out and firmly grasped the whip that lashed at him.
"Who... who are you?" The man with a meaty face was slightly startled, trying to pull back the whip, only to find it rooted firmly in Xiao Ye's hand, unmoved, in fact turning his face crimson with strain.
"Did you say that all Martial Artists from the Endless Sea are lowly cowards?" Xiao Ye asked coldly.
Feeling the chill from Xiao Ye's gaze, the meaty-faced Martial Artist involuntarily nodded, "Of course."
"Martial Artists from the Endless Sea, when they come to the True Spirit Continent, they are always full of arrogance, thinking highly of themselves. However, after being taught a lesson by our Yan Family, don't they all obediently calm down? Isn't that what you call a lowly coward?"
"Ha ha!" Xiao Ye laughed in fury, his black hair dancing in the wind, his robe fluttering, and golden light radiating, illuminating the heavens and earth.
