"Zhang Bin, that's quite a boast. Aren't you afraid of eating your words?"
Si Yangze was, after all, a supreme cultivation genius who had survived countless bloody battles. In the end, he was always the one who emerged victorious, his enemies annihilated. Although Zhang Bin's strength had exceeded his expectations, he still firmly believed he could defeat him. He quickly composed himself, an icy sneer spreading across his face as an unprecedented killing intent erupted from his body.
A mysterious aura also began to emanate from him, like a faint white mist that drifted and spread across the arena. A palpable sense of danger filled the air.
Clearly, he was about to unleash some formidable ultimate move.
"Use whatever skills you have. Bring them all out, or you'll regret it. In a moment, you'll be nothing but a corpse," Zhang Bin said coldly, standing his ground with a look of utter disdain.
