Since Ye Jiujie rose to fame in Huaxia, his deeds have spread like the wind, inspiring countless Martial Artists to worship and revere him as if he were a god.
At first, Leopard only had slight awe for Ye Jiujie, but a few days ago he heard from Yan Wudao that Ye Jiujie had swept through twenty-one Intermediate War Kings in Yanjing alone. Instantly, he revered him like a deity and idolized him.
Although she didn't know Ye Jiujie's identity or appearance, it didn't stop her admiration and worship for him.
"Boom!"
A sudden dark ray swept in from the side, striking towards the young man.
The eyes of Longhu and Leopard focused intently. Such a solid and heavy attack, even if they combined forces, could likely not withstand a single blow.
The young man, however, remained indifferent. He only slightly extended his hand and then grabbed the edge of the dark ray, giving it a fierce tug.
"Sizzle!"
The dark ray shattered, leaving the young man unharmed, his eyes shining like stars.
