"Human, a low-class race? Hahaha!"
Ye Chen's cold eyes locked onto the black Tiger. His gaze was like a World of Ice that had descended upon the world.
The black Tiger was originally arrogant, but at this moment, he instantly felt a chill that penetrated into the depths of his soul. This chill carried boundless killing intent. It was as if he saw a towering giant standing in front of him. He had no power to resist.
"This is impossible!"
He muttered to himself instinctively.
Elder hei Yun was equally shocked. Although he did not feel ye Chen's direct mental suppression on him, he could tell from the black Tiger's expression and the invisible pressure in the air that the black Tiger had fallen into an absolute state of suppression.
"You, Who are you?"
"I'm just an ordinary human cultivator. I want to ask you why the human race is a lower race. "
Ye Chen's voice was like an icy blade that pierced into the black Tiger's heart.
"This!"