"Get the hell out of here!" Ye Xingjun roared, raising his hand to strike Su Yang with a palm.
Su Yang was not to be outdone, and he countered. The two stayed close, fighting dozens of rounds, yet Ye Xingjun couldn't do anything to Su Yang, unable to drive him away.
"Let's go, don't waste time anymore!" Su Yang said, "I've made it here, do you really think you can shake me off? You might as well speed up and we'll both chase after him. Alone, you are no match for that masked man; together we might stand a chance!"
"Screw you!" Ye Xingjun cursed outright, almost exploding with anger. Is there really someone so shameless in this world?
Su Yang didn't care at all, gripping Ye Xingjun's arm tightly, letting Ye Xingjun take him flying.
Ye Xingjun struggled a bit, but couldn't shake him off, having no choice but to fly upwards.
