"I thought that with the reputation of Blood Butcher, you must not be weak! Although you're not worthy to be my opponent, at least you shouldn't be this lacking! But I didn't expect you to be so much weaker than me. It seems this duel is really meaningless, because it's completely one-sided."
Ye Xuan looked at him indifferently, even with a hint of a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
His calm demeanor infuriated Wang Tianchen, whose face twisted with anger. He growled, "You dare look down on me? Then go to hell! No one is stronger than me, the Blood Butcher, not even the Black Emperor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly clenched his fist, the suppressed fury erupting like a volcano, charging towards Ye Xuan.
"Blood Slaughter Fist!"
The blood evil qi on his body surged, and his fist, driven by rage, blasted out before he even approached, creating a violent sonic boom in the air.
Pfft!
