"Cough, cough!!!"
At this moment, Yaan Zihao climbed up from the ground, coughing. His eyes were full of hatred as he glared at Cold Edge, then he looked at the youth in black attire and said:
"Brother Yan, please help me teach this guy a good lesson. I assure you, what I promised will naturally be done!"
The youth in black attire cast his gaze towards Cold Edge and walked over, coldly saying:
"I didn't expect there to be such a young expert within the Supreme Alliance. It's just what I've been waiting for, I haven't fought in a long time, let's spar a bit."
But Cold Edge was immersed in the grief of Xiao Yifeng's death, completely ignoring the youth's words.
And the youth mistook Cold Edge's indifference as disdain and insult towards him.
"Such an arrogant child, dare you ignore me, Yan Xu? Let me see your worth!"
The youth in black attire snorted coldly at Cold Edge, unleashing the power of the Third Level of Life-Death Realm. He charged at Cold Edge swiftly.
