On the Martial Arts Arena, Yuan Ming slightly bowed his fist towards the young man in the white robe across from him, his face as handsome as jade.
However, the other party had a cold expression and did not return the gesture. Instead, his gaze towards Yuan Ming was quite gloomy.
Seeing this, Yuan Ming was also a bit surprised. After carefully recalling, he still could not remember when he had met this person, let alone any past conflicts. Naturally, he did not understand where the anger was coming from.
At this moment, Cui Yu was already impatiently slapping his Spiritual Beast Bag at his waist.
The next instant, a scorching wave of air surged from his side, like walls of fire from all directions, pushing towards the surroundings.
Yuan Ming immediately felt a scorching breath coming straight at him, causing his breathing to stall.
