At this moment, a skinny boy with fair skin was slowly walking towards the Dragon Map Battle Platform.
As he walked, he didn't forget to turn his head and sneer at Ye Chen, with cold eyes flickering with terrifying murderous intent, making even the soul shiver uncontrollably.
This boy was none other than Zhao Ling.
"Master, quickly destroy this fool to prevent annoyance," the Tower Spirit sneered.
"Yes!" Ye Chen's eyes emitted a chilling light as his figure flashed, heading for the Dragon Map Battle Platform.
A moment later, he was confronting Zhao Ling from a distance of five or six feet, their gazes meeting with sparks flying between them.
"It's Ye Chen, he's really unlucky to encounter this madman Zhao Ling."
"It seems, his winning streak is about to be broken. If he doesn't quickly admit defeat, there's even a high chance he might die at Zhao Ling's hands," the freshmen below the Dragon Map Battle Platform shook their heads and spoke.
