C936 The Demon King of the Dark Race

"You? Worthy of meeting the Mad Clan's enigmatic prodigy? In your dreams!"

Kuang Yiloong sneered, eyeing Ye Lan with a mix of scorn and mockery.

Ye Lan had previously thwarted his strike, sending him reeling—a feat Kuang Yiloong didn't find particularly impressive. He chalked up his injury to his own carelessness