"Die, damn you!" Ye Ling roared, maximizing the fourth layer of his Slaying Dragon Art. Blade lights crazily bombarded the emaciated old man's body.
The emaciated old man staggered back more than ten steps, his face deathly pale. Blood streamed from his mouth, his clothes already soaked, making him look utterly wretched.
Veins throbbed on the forehead of the emaciated old man as he glared at Ye Ling with a dark expression. He had never expected Ye Ling, under the enhancement of the fourth layer of the Slaying Dragon Art, to be so terrifying!
You see, there was a whole realm of difference between the two of them!
Logically speaking, even the fourth layer of the Slaying Dragon Art shouldn't have been this overpowering, so why was Ye Ling's power so formidable?
"Old man, stop dilly-dallying and show your ultimate move! Otherwise, killing you later will be all too simple. Do you believe it?"
Ye Ling smirked, his sneer tinged with a cold indifference.