Wounding A Daemon King!

Sha Moling had begun another wave of wild blows.

However, no matter how Sha Moling struck, Ye Chen stood there, calm and unruffled, looking like he was without a care in the world.

"Silly Elder, come, hit here, and put some force into it. It's slightly itchy here, so help me scratch it." Ye Chen pointed at his back and even deliberately offered his back to Sha Moling.

"You!" Sha Moling's face was ashen with fury. How he wished to smack this punk to death a thousand, ten thousand times, yet he could still achieve nothing even when he gave it his all.

When everyone else heard Ye Chen's words, they were quite speechless. This young guy was confident in his ability. A lofty elder from a clan must not have suffered such impudence before.