"You dare to act recklessly on the Saint Heir's territory? You're really tired of living!" Old San roared, his voice bursting with fury and disbelief.
He clenched his fist abruptly, the power within his body rapidly coalescing, and his entire aura suddenly surged as he charged at Ye Qingchen without hesitation.
Ye Qingchen watched Old San's movements coldly, with not an ounce of fear in his eyes, but rather a touch of disdain.
He lightly sidestepped, dodging Old San's sudden punch, his steps nimble as the wind, instantly creating space between them. Old San's punch fell short, hitting air with a muffled sound, while Ye Qingchen had already vanished from sight.
Old San grew even angrier, his face became hideous, and his blood flow surged, his power erupting instantly.
The Fire Element behind him burned fiercely like flames, his fists glowing with intense fire as he swung them at Ye Qingchen once more.
