"You..."
Witnessing this scene.
The blond young man's expression immediately changed.
There was a trace of disbelief in his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the power of these two Spiritual Practitioners with strength comparable to a Grandmaster was completely absorbed by Ye Zhengrong.
Even their souls were forcibly devoured by Ye Zhengrong.
Both of them lay on the ground, blood oozing from their orifices, dying on the spot.
In an instant, the face of this blond young man changed, his face as dark as ink.
"What kind of trick did you use?"
The blond young man solemnly watched Ye Zhengrong, a grave expression in his eyes.
Ye Zhengrong then walked towards the blond young man and said coldly:
"Originally, I didn't want to bother with trash like you."
"But you insisted on pushing your luck and challenging my limits."
"Since that's the case, I can only step on this ant."
After Ye Zhengrong spoke, he waved his hand towards the blond young man.
