"Ye Xuan, though the mountain does not turn, the river bends. Today's humiliation, I will repay tenfold another day!"
A true man does not suffer losses before his eyes. Yu Tiancheng, after all, was considered a young talent of the Heavenly Martial Holy Land, having seen grand scenes. Having probed out Ye Xuan's strength, he also hurriedly retreated. He knew that if he didn't leave now, he might very well lose his life.
"Now you think to run?"
A chill flashed through Ye Xuan's eyes as his gaze locked onto the rapidly fleeing figure in midair. His hands formed seals immediately, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly started to tremble. From beneath the earth, eighteen giant dragon phantoms soared into the sky, encircling the space around Yu Tiancheng in the blink of an eye and consuming it.
"What kind of power is this! No!"
