In the distance, First Young Master Di's cold eyes glinted when he saw the smile on Ye Wushuang's face.
In that smile, he saw mockery—and a trace of pity!
This trace of pity was for Third Young Master Di, something First Young Master Di couldn't comprehend.
In that instant, Ye Wushuang moved, unleashing the Eight Kills of Battle, a technique he hadn't used in a very long time.
ROAR!
The shadow of a Violent Ape flashed behind him as he stepped into the air, charging forward like a flicker of light.
"He actually dares to challenge the Seven Kills Fist head-on? The nerve!" The onlookers' eyes narrowed. Rushing in like that was undoubtedly a death wish.
But Ye Wushuang paid them no mind. His body was as agile as a Violent Ape, his fists savage and deadly. He bombarded the phantom fists, and the roars of a Violent Ape howled, shaking the heavens and the earth.
Third Young Master Di, who had been smug just moments before, furrowed his brow.
BANG! BANG! BANG!...
