The vast arena was dead silent. All eyes converged on the towering figure holding a sword, standing as formidable as a mountain.
"Father!" Chen Bo cried out, his hands trembling uncontrollably. His face was uglier than if he had swallowed a dead fly. His own father… defeated as well? They were both young men, so how could this person be so overwhelmingly powerful?
"You, you..."
With the support of Chen Bo and Chen Lan, Chen Xiaoxian struggled to his feet. He stared at Chen Yang as if looking at a savage beast from the untamed wilds—one that only grew stronger against a powerful foe, an immovable force.
WHOOSH.
The sky suddenly darkened as wind and rain swept in. Both Chen Bo and Chen Xiaoxian felt a piercing cold blast against them, making even the simple act of blinking exceptionally difficult. As the rain subsided, snowflakes began to fall, and their limbs stiffened before they even realized it.
