"You!"
Ye Xuan was half-bent over, his face pale and bloodless. He glared angrily at Ji Wuming, gritting his teeth as he said, "I can still fight."
"Haha... Just you? You couldn't even take one punch from me. With just you! Ant, pathetic ant, accept your death obediently!"
Ji Wuming mocked unrestrainedly and then stepped forward, walking toward Ye Xuan.
Ji Wuming's footsteps were heavy; with each step, the arena echoed with a "thud."
"Ye Xuan, you're hailed as a prodigy in the Cultivation World, and truly, you deserve the title. Honestly, even my big brother might not compare to you. But, you're going to die soon."
Ji Wuming came up to Ye Xuan, towering over him, looking down coldly as he spoke with indifference.
"Haha, if you're going to kill, then kill. I'm right here, do you really need to say so much trash?"
Ye Xuan trembled as he stood up; as a dignified Swordman, he would never fall, even in death.
