The moment Wen Yangxi appeared, the atmosphere between the two armies froze solid.
His presence was overwhelming!
Though he had lost an arm, his Qi Mechanism seemed to have been honed through the ordeal, stripped of all dross and left with only a dazzling edge. He was completely different from their first meeting, now like an unsheathed Divine Sword. And the killing intent in his eyes—
—was like ancient, glacial ice.
"Is standing behind that pass the only way you dare to face me?"
Chen Che raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with mockery.
"I received the message you sent, Old Hall Master. Didn't you travel thousands of miles for revenge? You can't accomplish that by hiding behind the pass day after day."
"Silence!"
