Although Ye Chenxiao had always wanted to kill his elder brother, treating Ye Zhenxiao as his mortal enemy,
he had to admit that whether it was in terms of talent and strength or cunning and strategizing, Ye Zhenxiao was in no way inferior to him, and even surpassed him in certain areas.
For instance, in terms of strength, he was no match for Ye Zhenxiao.
He was well aware that Ye Zhenxiao's strength had already exceeded that of an ordinary unbeatable True Martial Realm warrior and reached a higher level. To defeat Ye Zhenxiao, the technique Ji Pengyu just executed was probably not enough.
"Come out, I know you're still alive."
At this moment, Ji Pengyu, floating in the sky, looked down at the black pit below and said with a light smile.
"Roar!"
As soon as his words ended, a heaven-shaking dragon roar erupted from that black pit, piercing through the clouds.
"Boom!"
