"Three breaths?"
Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow, looking at Che Yue with an amused expression, gesturing at him with a hooked finger, "I don't need three breaths; I'm standing right here. If you dare, come at me!"
The words were flippant.
Full of provocation.
Che Yue's expression changed abruptly, his gaze turning sharp as he sneered, "Well, well, well, I see you truly don't know your place, daring to act wildly on my Zhen Tian Legion's territory. Men, seize this reckless thug for me..."
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Over a hundred elite of the Zhen Tian Legion drew their longswords from their waists, looking at Xiao Yi coldly as they advanced step by step.
There were only a hundred of them.
But each one was an elite who had crawled out of heaps of corpses, their murderous aura coalescing into an almost tangible Evil Qi.
The sheer weight of this thick Evil Qi was enough to sap the morale of ordinary strong fighters.
Che Yue displayed a smug expression.
