"No worries, I can handle it myself."
Ling Chen stopped Ye Ming from intervening. If he kept evading just Li Qing, it would make him seem cowardly.
"Be careful."
Ye Ming chose not to intervene forcibly. He believed that even if Ling Chen was not his opponent, he would not lose too quickly.
"Haha, you've got some guts."
Li Qing's aura suddenly exploded—mountainous, vast, and incredibly heavy. As his aura spread, the surrounding crowd quickly retreated, leaving ample space for the two to battle.
BOOM!
With a spring from his knees, Li Qing launched himself from the ground. The thick Golden Mace in his hand slammed down. This strike wasn't fancy, but it was heavy and powerful; the land along its path sank in a straight line as it smashed down.
Ye Ming's expression shifted slightly. Ba Tian's Golden Mace! This was Li Qing's most famous asset. His Ba Tian's Golden Mace was overwhelmingly powerful and heavy, its strength so boundless that ordinary geniuses could hardly resist it.
