"To dare block our way and seek advice from your elders—you two are nothing, seeking death!"
Chen Dao rebuked coldly, a trace of murderous intent apparent between his brows.
Chen Dao had always been impulsive, and with a stomp on the deck, he charged forward.
His figure was as fast as lightning, his aura mighty, like a cannonball.
However, Yang Gang among the two was no pushover. With a clang, a gleaming broadsword was drawn, and he directly chopped down with the blade shining like a whip.
Ye Ling's expression changed. If the blade were to land on Chen Dao, he would undoubtedly fall on the spot!
Ye Ling snorted coldly, extended a finger, and aimed a cold speck toward Yang Gang, his invisible momentum completely enveloping the man.
The broadsword-wielding man was shocked, not expecting Ye Ling to possess such strength.