"Kneel down and accept death."
Li Er Ye stood imposingly, overwhelmingly domineering, his eyes sharp like a hawk's, shooting out fierce glints filled with killing intent.
As he spoke, his figure advanced step by step, directly towards Ye Fan.
The onlookers all around felt an intense aura of death emanating from Li Er Ye, like a thunderbolt striking their hearts, shocking them into a stupor.
"Accept death? Haha, with just you, an old relic nearing decay, daring to boast so shamelessly before me." Ye Fan sneered dismissively, shaking his head in scorn.
