Clangorous and stubborn, supporting this battered body.
After all, he was merely a defeated opponent from fifty years ago.
Such a person, how could Chen Changsheng ever take him seriously?
"Soon, all of Yuning Mountain will know that you, Chen Changsheng, were slain by me, Murong Shenjiang, beneath my sword."
Murong Shenjiang stood proudly, laughing loudly, "After going around in circles, you, Chen Changsheng, still must die by my hands, becoming my stepping stone."
"Ah, destiny truly is fascinating."
At this point, Murong Shenjiang shouted sharply, "Chen Changsheng, do you have any last words?"
Chen Changsheng laughed.
Is this the tiger down to a low position being bullied by dogs?
However...
To kill me, is it that easy?
But before he could take any action.
A towering, upright figure, holding a longsword, came swiftly from afar, saying in a slightly ethereal tone, "Are you alright?"
He leaped from horseback and quietly landed near Chen Changsheng.
