The battle between the geniuses

"Dare to bully my little brother, An Lan?" Ye Qingcheng frowned, looking a little unhappy.

"He picked it up himself; no wonder," said the black-robed man.

Ye Qingcheng resembled an iceberg beauty, so cold that people felt they could only admire her from a distance, not play with her. Ignoring the man in the black robe, she said slowly, "An Lan, little brother, leave this little Thor to me. Now, go deal with the man in the black robe!"

"How ridiculous!"

Ye Anlan flexed his muscles and bones, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He charged at the little Thor with a speed matching his own.

"Blood Demon!" The black-robed man snorted coldly, his demon sword pulsating with power as he slashed down at Ye Qingcheng.

"Humph!"

Ye Qingcheng flicked her sleeves, and a phantom Lotus flower suddenly appeared, enveloping "Four Three Zeros" within it.