"Zhanyun, didn't I tell you all to run?" The old man's eyes flew wide, and he was so furious he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Ye Zhanyun and the others stood with resolute gazes. "Father, the men of the Ye family die in battle; they don't run like cowards."
"Heh heh, 'men who die in battle.' Is that so? Then you can go die!" The black-cloaked man gave a savage grin and lunged, locking Ye Zhanyun in combat.
Compared to Ye Batian, although Ye Zhanyun was also only at the First Layer of the Celestial Martial Artist realm, his strength was a cut above. For a short time, he actually fought Ouyang Feng to a draw.
'This kid is good. What kind of Cultivation Technique does the Ye family practice? An Earth Grade one? A Celestial Grade one? No, even a Celestial Grade technique couldn't be this absurd, could it?' Ouyang Feng was both shocked and delighted.
