"This..."
Chen Lei, whose killing intent had surged just moments ago, subconsciously retreated several steps, his wide eyes filled with astonishment and utter disbelief.
How is this possible? Those were two Half-Saint experts, yet one is dead and the other injured after a single exchange?
Chen Lei panted heavily, and the atmosphere on the field grew incredibly tense.
Chen Yang tugged at the corner of his mouth. The smile seemed warm, but in Chen Lei's eyes, it made his heart lurch as if he had plummeted into an ice cave.
"What else do you want?" Chen Lei roared instinctively upon seeing Chen Yang approach with the blood-dripping spear, his hair standing on end.
"Someone like you dares to claim you could slap me to my knees with a single hand?" Chen Yang asked earnestly, tilting his head.
Chen Lei was speechless.
