To be fair.
The gap in cultivation between Chen Yang and Gu Zhen was right there in the open. Even if Chen Yang's talent was utterly monstrous and he had other auxiliary means, just how fierce and tragic was that battle just now?
That Biluo Sword had in fact landed solidly on Chen Yang's body.
But now…
How could he still have such a surging, overwhelming power??
The most crucial thing was that this palm imprint was exactly the same as the one that killed Gu Zhen.
And this middle‑aged man's strength was inferior to Gu Zhen's.
It was precisely because they were sure that Chen Yang had suffered grievous injuries and had less than a tenth of his strength left that they dared to stride out so recklessly, boasting shamelessly that they would take him as a slave.
Hiss hiss!
A tide of icy chill surged up from the soles of the middle‑aged man's and Ning Haotian's feet straight to the crown of their heads; their limbs went numb, their minds turned blank.
What the hell!!
Boom!
