"What... what... what did you say?!" Ye Zhi was stunned, then her face turned pale, and the cold aura around her was about to go berserk, ready to freeze everything. Even her eyes were tinged with red bloodshot threads as she stared intensely at Su Chen.
Her confidence, her pride, her Martial Dao Heart, everything she had, at this moment, seemed almost entirely shattered.
She lost her composure.
For the first time in her memory, she lost her composure.
"I said, that Divine Thunder of yours is not that impressive." Su Chen, still with no emotional fluctuation, maintained a faint smile and spoke seriously.
"Not that impressive?" Ye Zhi's delicate body trembled, her face grew even paler, clearly showing signs of deviation; she couldn't accept it, she really couldn't accept it. It was as if a belief she had held since birth had suddenly been destroyed, and she couldn't bear it.
