Careless...
Xiang Lingtian let out a breath, the daze in his eyes gradually dissipating, and slowly focused on Chen Yuan, feeling seven parts respect, two parts complexity, and one imperceptible part of fear.
How great it would be if a person like this belonged to the Xiang Family!
Using my overwhelming cultivation and the terrifying double pupils, I still couldn't defeat him, and he managed to turn the tables against the odds; even as his opponent, I find it unbelievable.
Below the Yang Transformation, someone can actually reach this level.
Moreover, he is merely over twenty years old.
Limitless future.
But, admiration aside, respect aside, he knows deeply that this man will inevitably be a great enemy of the Xiang Family in the future, one that will cease only upon death.
"You lost."
Chen Yuan walked step by step downward.
Looking down at the fallen Xiang Lingtian, barely concerning over his complex expression.
His weak aura, certain death.
Xiang Lingtian's lips curled:
