As soon as the words fell, the young warrior from the Zhan Clan pushed his power to the limit. His muscles bulged piece by piece, emitting a terrifying strength, his body vibrating. Then he took a step forward, smashing through the sound barrier, and in the blink of an eye, appeared right in front of Ye Feng.
The young Zhan Clan warrior, wielding a spear, swept it horizontally towards Ye Feng, his body exploding with Blood Qi.
The mere airwaves stirred by the spear were like a tsunami, quickly crushing towards the surroundings.
The terrifying airwave made it difficult for everyone to breathe, with the wild wind engulfing Ye Feng.
Holding the Frost Sword in his hand, Ye Feng exuded an icy aura. The terrifying tide crashed against him, but he stood there unwavering, letting the endless waves crash upon his body.
Then, Ye Feng swept out with his sword, clashing directly against the spear of the young warrior from the Zhan Clan.
