Looking at Shui Ruyi, she stared intently at the black-robed youth, her eyes flickering as if tears were glistening, like stars in the night sky.
Li Xingchen's heart was filled with burning rage, yet he dared not show it.
"It doesn't matter if Little Yi admires this black-robed youth; what kind of person is he, and how could he possibly intersect with Little Yi?"
Li Xingchen comforted himself in his heart.
"So you're called Ye Kill God, but you're just a young man, nothing special!"
The speaker was the Ancient Boxer of Tai Bang, who had earlier been clamoring to leave. His whole body was muscular, twisted like a coiled dragon.
The muscles glistened like steel, and the punch he threw could probably smash a car to pieces.
"Judging by your bone age, you're really only in your twenties. Heh, at that age, how powerful could you be?" The ancient boxer laughed again.
Don't be fooled by the Red Robed Saint also appearing young; his age had long surpassed eighty.
