Below the Cyan Qilin Platform.
Yuwen Mingjue's expression was thunderous, his fists clenched tightly inside his sleeves.
He had already tried his best to overestimate Yang Jing's strength, but reality had still far surpassed his expectations, leaving him deeply shocked.
He knew better than anyone just how strong Zhao Chong was.
Even he couldn't say with one hundred percent certainty that he could defeat Zhao Chong.
But this formidable rival hadn't even lasted a hundred moves against Yang Jing before admitting defeat in disgrace.
The scene felt utterly inconceivable to Yuwen Mingjue. A chill crept up his spine, spreading through his entire body.
'Yang Jing defeated Zhao Chong so cleanly. If I were to face him... could I hold my own?'
'Could I withstand that ferocious, unparalleled fist power? And that ghost-like Body Technique?'
