As for Ye Xuan's display of arrogance, El laughed scornfully.
In an era where strength speaks, arrogance without capability is just courting death, utterly meaningless.
In El's view, Ye Xuan was merely at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, comparable to a second-level Satan Warrior. But he, El, had already been a second-level Satan Warrior for half a year. How could Ye Xuan possibly be his match?
"Hah!"
El suddenly roared, clenching his right hand into a fist. A tough and domineering aura instantly surged from El's body, very forceful.
The entire room was filled with a chilling murderous aura, terrifying enough to send shivers down one's spine.
Yet Ye Xuan, facing this eerie aura, remained completely indifferent, his expression cold and dismissive.
"Arrogant!"
El shouted sharply, his legs tensed like arrows released from a bowstring, charging towards Ye Xuan with a "boom".
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
El's punches were unmatched, each blow aimed savagely at Ye Xuan.
