Soaring Sky Wolf King Fist

On the arena, Ye Li and the Head Temple Master of the Three Kings' Palace, Elder Xingmie, faced off.

Everyone in the square was watching, their eyes wide open, several times larger than usual.

"Ye Li, you will clearly understand the consequences of offending our Three Kings' Palace!"

Elder Xingmie glared at Ye Li, seething with anger.

Ye Li laughed, he really laughed.

Simply because he couldn't understand why Elder Xingmie dared to say such words.

"Do you think," Ye Li said indifferently, looking at the Head Temple Master of the Three Kings' Palace, Elder Xingmie, "that you're very strong?"

At these words, Elder Xingmie was taken aback, as he certainly didn't expect Ye Chen to say such a thing.

Not just Elder Xingmie, no one present had anticipated this.

"Ye Li...!"

Elder Xingmie was now beyond fury; his old face was as angry as it could be!

"Come on, don't hesitate, don't wait."

Ye Li beckoned to Elder Xingmie of the Three Kings' Palace with a hooked finger.