Yang Chen questioned himself, how much of a chance did he have against Yan now?
But the answer was extremely cruel.
If at the beginning his chance of winning was 50%, after the Taiqiu Daozu's end it was 30%, then now, he admitted that he might not even have a 10% chance.
The power of Yan remains a mystery until now. Even after slaying the Nine Gates Daozu, the laws and cards up Yan's sleeve remain unknown.
Yang Chen sighed softly, hiding the fury of the Nine Gates Daozu's death deep within his heart.
What he couldn't accept was that after the first battle ended, he was still watching closely, yet he couldn't figure out what Yan's law was.
Now, the battle had ended, and Yan had calmly turned around, his gaze set on Ye Xiu.
Ye Xiu was arrogant and indifferent, but at this moment, his eyes were filled with somberness. It seemed that only now did he truly regard Yan as a formidable opponent.
"Ye Xiu, in a hundred years, I hope you won't disappoint me," Yan said indifferently.
