Yan Tianjue watched Ye Chenfeng, who lay on the ground gasping for breath, a look of extreme satisfaction on his face. He inhaled deeply through his nose and laughed, "I said I, Yan Tianjue, am the true genius. How could I, Yan Tianjue, possibly lose to you, Ye Chenfeng? You don't even qualify to carry my shoes, Ye Chenfeng."
With those words, Yan Tianjue squatted down, reaching out with both hands toward Ye Chenfeng's shoulders, intending to tear off his arms. He didn't plan to kill Ye Chenfeng immediately. He wanted to turn Ye Chenfeng into a cripple, letting him experience the pain of living a fate worse than death.
However, just when everyone present thought that Yan Tianjue's crazed performance meant that the outcome was decided, an intense cold emanated rapidly from Ye Chenfeng, spreading to the surroundings and making people shiver uncontrollably, especially Yan Tianjue who was closest to Ye Chenfeng. The coldness slowed his movements slightly.
