"Watch out! Get back!" Ye Fan suddenly shouted. A cloud of crimson Slaughter Qi erupted from their midst, injuring him and the two women once more and sending them flying.
Sha Que said, "In this world, no one is a match for the Divine Dragon. Do you fools really think you can stand against us? It's like an ant trying to shake a tree—ignorant of your own limitations!"
With a single punch, Sha Que sent Ye Fan and the others flying again.
"Pfft!"
The three of them spat out fresh blood simultaneously.
It had to be said, Sha Que was far too powerful. Aside from the minor wound Su Qingxue had inflicted, he was virtually unscathed. In contrast, Ye Fan's group was grievously injured.
At that moment, he insulted Ye Fan without restraint, taunting, "With strength like yours, you'll never turn the tables—not even if you had a hundred years!"
