"Xiao... Xiao Ye!" The moment he saw Xiao Ye, Fan Li gritted his teeth with hatred, rage exploding in his eyes and a tangible murderous intent sweeping out, causing the temperature on the Second Layer to drop sharply.
He could not forget how, on the First Level, he had been besieged by several Mysterious Martial Artists and suffered heavy injuries.
If it hadn't been for the doting of an Elder from Xuanzi Palace, who had gifted him a treasure that allowed him to catch his breath and seize the opportunity to rush to the entrance of the Second Layer, he would have been eliminated just like most of the disciples.
And all of this was caused by Xiao Ye!
Every time Fan Li thought about how he, a highly esteemed genius disciple of Xuanzi Palace, had been forced to show such a disgraceful side in front of his fellow disciples, he felt an urge to vomit blood in anger.
