Yao Li's words were arrogant and domineering, with an imposing momentum that suppressed the heavens and earth.
He had honed his combat power to the extreme, even causing the energy of this Yu Jing Pavilion to transform into a vacuum space, with this part of the world being filled with his rule's will and might, preventing any other energy from permeating in.
At this moment, his gaze was bloodthirsty and ruthless, staring at Zhou Yan as if looking at a dead man.
"Do you know why I didn't act even though I know you're consolidating your combat power?"
Zhou Yan, unfazed by Yao Li's bloodthirsty madness, retorted with a hint of mockery.
Yao Li's expression was frighteningly cold, yet he didn't act immediately, seemingly intending to tease Zhou Yan.
Thus, he snorted coldly, mocking, "Could it be that a waste like you still wants to challenge me at my peak? Three moves, no, one move, one move, and you'll be left with no bones, completely obliterated!"
