Jiang Chen stood facing the wind, sword in one hand. His robes fluttered, making a WHOOSHING sound.
A proud aura emanated from him.
At that moment, Jiang Chen's figure seemed to grow taller, becoming as majestic and insurmountable as a mountain peak. Xu Qilin, Chen Fan, and Jiang Ziyou couldn't help but reveal shocked expressions.
Chen Fan hesitated. "Is Jiang Chen really trash?"
"If he counts as trash, then what does that make us?" Xu Qilin's mouth twitched, a bitter taste he couldn't describe welling up.
The piece of trash he'd never given a second thought had effortlessly defeated Lin Yu—a man who was his equal. Lin Yu hadn't even been worthy of making Jiang Chen draw his sword.
At this thought…
The expressions on Chen Fan's and Xu Qilin's faces grew even uglier.
