"Indeed, in this way, if I defeat you, then others will have nothing to say."
Zhou Lun spoke these words, his tone full of confidence.
It was as if Zhou Lun had known from the start that during the duel with Wang Ye, he would surely defeat Wang Ye.
Wang Ye smiled slightly: "You'll regret not making a move just now."
"At that moment, if you had attacked me, I might not have been able to defeat you, but now, you've given me time to recover, and you are definitely not my match."
Both men exchanged a sentence, looking at each other as if they were viewing a dead man.
Although the duel between the two hadn't started yet, the tension was already ignited by Wang Ye and Zhou Lun.
It lingered, spreading in all directions.
Shi Qian watched from the side and glanced at the onlookers.
Here, apart from members of the Ice Sect and Cold Sect, there were actually quite a few spectators.
And the others, after hearing the exchange between Wang Ye and Zhou Lun, showed some disdain.
