Ye Fan stood wielding the Golden Battle Spear, its golden tip dripping with blood and dazzling under the sunlight. He resembled a god of battle emerging from ancient times.
"You are... Ye Fan!" Jin Chixiao shouted, his face filled with shock. Although his opponent had changed appearance, that aura was unmistakably the same.
"Jin Chixiao, you've attacked me three times already. Today, let's see how you escape!" Ye Fan inverted the Golden Battle Spear, scraping trails of sparks from the rocky ground. Each step spanned hundreds of yards, and stars seemed to flash and fade within his eyes as he charged swiftly.
"Everyone, attack together and kill him! Grand Elders, act quickly!" Jin Chixiao shouted.
