A potent battle intent washed over Ning Jiang, blanketing everything. Within it, he could feel faint wisps of killing intent.
Ning Jiang slowly turned his gaze.
"You're the one Ye Chenyu likes? Do you dare to fight me?"
The speaker was none other than Tang Lin.
His voice boomed like thunder, rolling across the world. His eyes were like daggers, fixed fiercely on Ning Jiang.
His intense hostility was, of course, because of Ye Chenyu. She had mocked him relentlessly, calling him unworthy, yet she was incredibly close to Ning Jiang. The stark contrast had ignited a raging fire of jealousy within him.
"Who are you?" Ning Jiang's eyes slowly narrowed.
"Just some annoying fly."
Just then, Ye Chenyu flew up to stand beside Ning Jiang.
Her gaze was placid, like a deep, rippleless pool. A gentle breeze rustled her robes, making them flutter as if she were about to ride the wind away.
"If he's just a fly, then we just need to swat him away," Ning Jiang said coldly.
