"What an arrogant whelp. He truly doesn't know his own limits." The aged voice was tinged with anger, and the words rolled across the sky like thunder, making Zhaang Ye's ears buzz.
The speaker had a cultivation at the Peak of Martial Arts Ninth Layer at the very least, and might even be a Half-step True Dao Expert. He was still hundreds of miles away, yet his voice had already crossed the vast distance to arrive here.
Zhaang Ye sneered inwardly. He paid the aged voice no mind, instead unleashing a storm of attacks, planning to kill the white-robed young man before that expert arrived.
"AHHHH!" Under Zhaang Ye's extremely domineering assault, the white-robed young man, Jiang Dijian, couldn't even speak. He could only let out a series of agonized roars, spitting out mouthfuls of blood from time to time.
