With the power of the Ancestor Armor, after enduring a punch from Bei Yao Shenwu, Ye Xuan took the opportunity to raise his hand and grasp her wrist.
Bei Yao Shenwu naturally anticipated Ye Xuan's move but did not take it to heart.
Because she could tell at a glance that the current Ye Xuan was not powerful, so even if he held her wrist, it was of no consequence.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
At that moment, the Ancestor Armor faded away; the helmet disappeared, and it melded with the black robe on Ye Xuan's body.
Ye Xuan stood up straight, his expression calm, gazing at Bei Yao Shenwu, who was half a head taller than him, with a slight smile.
The frost on Bei Yao Shenwu's beautiful face deepened, and gazing at the smile on Ye Xuan's face, she felt a surge of disgust for some reason, her fingers clenching tightly with a crackling sound.
Just as Bei Yao Shenwu planned to shake off Ye Xuan's large hand and land a punch on that detestable face, Ye Xuan spoke.
