Ye Xunhuan and the King were casually eating and chatting, the atmosphere not exactly harmonious, but not too dull either.
After about twenty minutes, Ye Xunhuan finally had his fill, and the King also stopped eating.
Meanwhile, people started gathering around them, glaring at Ye Xunhuan like wolves. Yet, because of the King's presence, none dared to step forward, simply standing quietly aside, watching Ye Xunhuan and the King.
In the next moment, Ye Xunhuan drained his cup and then smashed it onto the ground: "King, time's up. If it's a fight you want, let's fight!"
As he spoke, a sinister killing intent emanated from Ye Xunhuan, making him resemble a sharp sword unsheathed, his fierce aura sweeping all around.
The King knew the time had come as well, the moment to judge Ye Xunhuan, so he did not continue babbling but lightly waved his right hand, as if a gust of wind swept through, moving the table between them aside while exuding a forceful presence!
