"So what if it's a competition?"
Ye Yun pointed at the two bloody corpses that had been split in half on the ground and smiled faintly. "I don't mind killing one more."
"What an arrogant bastard!"
The Golden Sword God was furious when he heard this, his aura surging as he prepared to draw his Sword and cut him down.
Swoosh!
Jiang Lengyue flickered and appeared in front of Ye Yun, blocking his path.
"Pan Wu, do you want any face at all?"
Jiang Lengyue said coldly.
"Jiang Lengyue, are you going to protect this brat?"
The Golden Sword God Pan Wu frowned when he saw this old acquaintance.
This Jiang Lengyue was of the same realm as him, and their combat strength was similarly matched. The two had fought once three hundred thousand years ago.
At that time, it had ended in a draw.
Although a hundred thousand years later they almost simultaneously stepped into the God King Stage Eight, they never fought again.
But the resentment between the two had long since been formed.
