A sneer touched Eldest Young Master Chen's lips, his face filled with contempt as he spoke tauntingly.
Fang Yue clutched his wounded chest and said nothing, but his mind was already racing.
Eldest Young Master Chen's last attack had put him on high alert.
Although Eldest Young Master Chen was only at the Innate Stage, his speed was incredible—even faster than many Mid-stage Innate Martial Artists.
Furthermore, Eldest Young Master Chen's weapon was unique and incredibly sharp. It had even managed to draw a line of blood, bypassing his physical defenses.
Had it been an ordinary Martial Artist, they would have long since been killed by his blade.
"Kid, hand over your Demon Core and I'll spare your life," Eldest Young Master Chen said, gazing at Fang Yue with cold arrogance.
"You want what's mine? You should take a good look at yourself first. Are you even worthy?" Fang Yue retorted, lifting his head to glare at Eldest Young Master Chen.
"You're courting death!"
