"I can't handle three moves from him?" Ye Chen said in disbelief.
Xiahou Chun is Earth's War God, unimaginably strong, but Ye Chen is no weakling either.
Besides, Xiahou Chun bears Dao injuries, his condition is not optimistic, and Ye Chen can't withstand three moves from him?
"You can go try it; if the guy goes all out, and can't kill you in three moves, then I'll be just like you, just a chicken!" the Heavenly Dao youngster joked coldly.
"..."
Ye Chen saw the Heavenly Dao youngster joking and felt not so well because—it was too cold.
"You are a chicken tied to its coop, unable to see the wonderful big world outside!" The Heavenly Dao youngster eyed Ye Chen for the first time with an emotion of empathy.
"Alright, I admit I'm a chicken, can you stop talking?" Ye Chen waved his hand repeatedly, conceding defeat.
The Heavenly Dao youngster was so good at belittling people, constantly calling him a chicken, Ye Chen was so anxious he almost started clucking.
