Ye Changkong had, at most, eighty years of Ancient Martial Cultivation, it couldn’t possibly be any higher.
How could he have improved by twenty years all at once?!
Lei Cong gritted his teeth, "Ye Changkong, you took some medicine!"
"Lei Cong, think before you speak," Ye Changkong sneered, "What kind of medicine can elevate someone to an Ancient Martial Grandmaster?"
This time, Lei Cong was at a loss for words.
As everyone knows, it’s impossible for Ancient Martial Grandmasters to break through with external force.
Lei Cong sneered, "Fine, Ye Changkong, even if you’ve reached the grandmaster level, so what? I entered this realm ten years before you, how can you fight me?"
The Lei Family had the same mindset.
The gap between someone who just entered the grandmaster level and one who broke through a long time ago is significant.
"Focus and Hold Breath." Ying Zijin spoke in a voice only Ye Changkong could hear, "Use the boxing technique I taught you."
Ye Changkong nodded and slowly walked forward, clenching his fists.
Lei Cong sneered again, "What is this rubbish technique you’re using, I—"
He hadn’t finished his sentence when he was punched and sent flying by Ye Changkong.
With a "boom," Lei Cong was sent dozens of meters flying backwards, slamming directly into the ground.
He no longer had the ability to get up and continue fighting.
Lei Cong, utterly defeated!
The complexion of Patriarch Lei finally began to darken.
This was a battle to the death.
If Lei Cong lost, he would die.
The Lei Family wasn’t very large, with only two Ancient Martial Grandmasters.
With Lei Cong’s death, the Lei Family’s strength would suffer greatly.
But the life-and-death battle had been reported to the Judicial Hall, they had no choice even if they were unwilling to accept it.
Patriarch Lei bit his teeth, "Let’s go."
The Lei Family arrived with a menacing air and left dejectedly.
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