"Are you going to surrender, or must I get my hands dirty and beat you down first?" Ye Xiong said coldly.
"The winner hasn't been decided yet!"
As Duanmu Kuang finished speaking, a powerful killing intent erupted from his body, and his clothes stirred as if in a strong wind. The air in the room swirled as the immense pressure was released.
In his lifetime, Ye Xiong had encountered many opponents. Besides Long Tianya and Long Zaitian, Duanmu Kuang was unquestionably the most powerful foe he had ever faced, his strength only negligibly less than Ye Xiong's own.
Fighting him, even if Ye Xiong could win, would likely take some time. He would probably walk away with more than a few scrapes.
Would Ye Xiong fight him?
Of course, but not like this.
"Let's see how a junior like you plans on beating me."