Inside Ye Fan's body, a surge of spiritual energy was concentrated. With just one move, he could kill everyone in front of him. However, he was unsure of these people's origins, and if it meant causing a group of mercenaries who lived off the spoils of war to lose their lives, he would find it hard to bear.
After all, they were his "peers" in the past.
The woman in the Daoist robe and the black-clad woman squared off first, like two armies clashing, relying on their generals to decide the outcome. Neither one of them was convinced they were inferior, and they would only be satisfied with true results shown through battle.
"I want you to kneel before me and lick my boots!" The black-clad woman said more arrogantly, her eyes fierce as she pounced towards the woman in the Daoist robe.
The woman in the Daoist robe was not to be outdone. She summoned a magical sword from her storage pouch and engaged in battle with the black-clad woman, who was fighting bare-handed.
