Master Ye. I concede!"Tang Long unexpectedly conceded defeat. The man who was originally prepared to fight with his life, upon hearing the name "Ye Fengchun," instantly surrendered!Chen Ping frowned s...Seeing the black mist continuously heading towards the man in the suit, Binglong also began to get a little agitated.

Soon, the black aura above the man in the suit slowly gathered into a huge fist. The man in the suit stomped his foot and directly punched towards the ice dragon.

The Ice Dragon did not back down, hissing twice and opening its blood-filled maw towards the man in a suit.

Both sides fought fiercely, crisscrossing the battlefield. The spectators on the shore involuntarily retreated, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

Only Chen Ping stood there, motionless, his brows tightly furrowed. This evil cultivator's strength had exceeded Chen Ping's expectations. He didn't expect this guy's magic arts to be so powerful, he was really well-hidden.

Just then, Cheng Kun and Xuanyuan Kai also arrived with their men. Seeing the scene in mid-air where the man in the suit was fighting the Ice Dragon, their faces turned ugly one by one.

Boom!

A muffled sound echoed, and both the man in the suit and Binglong involuntarily took a step back. However, it was clearly the man in the suit who suffered more, as he was now flung away by Binglong.

The man in the suit fell to the ground, his face as white as a sheet and blood continuously gushing from his mouth.

And the ice dragon seemed to be badly wounded as well, falling directly back into the water after a single blow.

The surface of the lake gradually returned to calm, and everyone looked at the man in the suit with serious expressions.

"Second brother, it's bad, this guy can't beat the Ice Dragon, he looks like he's going to be captured. What are we going to do"

Qin Xiaotien saw that the man in the suit was injured, knowing that this guy definitely couldn't escape. After all, Cheng Kun and Xuanyuan Kai had also arrived, and they couldn't possibly let an injured evil cultivator leave.

Qin Xiaoxian remained silent, his face shifting constantly. He didn't know how badly the man in the suit was injured and dared not venture out rashly.

While Zhao Chuang saw the man in the suit being knocked to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, a smile instantly appeared on his face.

Now he could finally get his revenge. On the cruise ship, this man in a suit had disrespected him. Now was the perfect time to strike while he was down.

Zhao Chuang waved his hand, then he and several of his men surrounded the man in the suit.

The man in the suit's face changed drastically when he saw Zhao Chuang surrounded him with his men. Without thinking, he knew that Zhao Chuang was here for revenge.

Besides the menacing presence of the Pillaging Sect and members of the Xuanyuan family surrounding him, the man in the suit knew that if he didn't fight with everything he had, escaping this place would be nearly impossible.

"Haha... Aren't you quite impressive Well, now that you're in my hands, I'll show you what it means to be worse off than dead!"

Zhao Chuang looked at the man in the suit, a smug smile on his face.

The man in the suit glared with fury, but he was badly injured at this moment and simply no match for Zhao Chuang and his men. He had no choice but to endure Zhao Chuang's insults.

Seeing that the man in the suit didn't speak back, Zhao Chuang felt even more pleased. He raised his foot and stomped it hard on the man's face.

Zhao Chuang's action completely angered the man in the suit. As a martial arts master, he was humiliated by a mere Grandmaster. The man in the suit no longer intended to endure this.

I saw the man in the suit searching on his body. Zhao Chuang thought he was going to pull out a weapon and hurriedly stepped back two steps in fright.

But upon closer inspection, he only saw the man in the suit pull out a wooden puppet. Zhao Chuang couldn't help but chuckle.

"Damn, how old are you and still playing with dolls!"

Zhao Chuang said with a sneer.

"Haha..."

Zhao Chuang's men also burst into laughter.

The man in the suit ignored Zhao Chuang's sarcasm. Instead, he held the doll in his hand, bit his tongue, and spat a drop of blood onto the doll.

Originally already severely injured, this mouthful of blood spraying out made the man in the suit's injuries even worse. His face was as pale as paper and he almost fainted.Chapter 2485: Entering the Demonheart Sect