On an unnamed island, Zhou Fan stood proudly in a set of perfectly ordinary sportswear, his eyes fixed on the young man emerging from a cave before him.
The man was incredibly burly, standing at least two meters tall. The muscles on his arms bulged, and with every step he took, it was like a drum beating right next to your ear. THUD. THUD.
"I never thought that just by casually releasing a bit of my aura, I'd attract the big shot who nearly wiped out Dragon Soul's entire Elder Council. It seems we're quite fated to meet!"
The burly man's voice was sonorous and full of vigor. His body unconsciously emanated an intimidating pressure. If Zhou Fan hadn't already been powerful enough, he would have been severely injured by this pressure alone, without a single blow being struck.
"There was no other way. Your Dragon Soul started this. I could have been friends with Dragon Soul, but with unfavorable timing, a poor situation, and a lack of accord, we were forced to this point."
