Jiang Chen's voice came from behind.
Gongsun Yang froze, a look of shocked disbelief on his face. He turned to look at Jiang Chen, his pupils constricting slightly. "To think you could escape my Blood-Feathered Arrow alive. No wonder you're so arrogant."
"You talk too much!"
Jiang Chen scoffed, sweeping his sword out. He leveled the razor-sharp edge, glinting with a deadly light, at Gongsun Yang and spoke coldly, "One year from today will be the anniversary of your death. Gongsun Yang, die!"
"Hahaha, you little bastard, you think you can kill me? Then bring it on! I'm going to tear you to shreds..." Gongsun Yang laughed, his fury reaching its peak.
A surging fluctuation of True Essence erupted from his body, transforming into a swirling gale that enveloped him completely.
A terrifying storm brewed around Gongsun Yang, kicking up grass, sand, and stone into the air. Amidst the flying debris, a silver gleam of an arrow shot through the sky.
