"Hmph!"
Luo Chen snorted coldly, stepping onto the flying boat drawn by the three-headed dragon.
The White Bone Mysterious Snake grinned, wondering where a defeated one found such arrogance.
Qing Shuang also headed towards the flying boat, her delicate lips slightly moving as she passed by the White Bone Mysterious Snake.
Then she rubbed her arm, and the previously scorched blackness instantly dissipated. She sat beside Luo Chen on the boat's soft couch.
Behind them, the White Bone Mysterious Snake's expression was uncertain.
His mind was still echoing Qing Shuang's words moments ago.
"You are not his match."
How could it be!
He, the proud White Bone Demon Emperor, the Master of the Great Snow Mountain, the gatekeeper of Cangwu Mountain, having attained enlightenment close to a millennium, could understand not being a match for Qing Shuang.
After all, the Qing Shuang Palace Lord was a peerless prodigy personally taught by Qi Xia Emperor.
But what was Luo Chen worth?
