This sudden, unexpected conclusion was completely beyond anyone's imagination.
First, there was Jiang Shaotian, who, in his attempt to save face, had not only lost two Array Magical Artifacts but was also severely injured. Then there was Zhang Miaqing, who had paid for her greed with the ultimate price: her life.
A dead silence fell over the ravaged Primordial City.
The disciples of the Star-Picking Sect, the Mist Rain Tower, and even the Celestial Spirit Palace all stared blankly at the young man in cyan robes standing at the center of the crater-like pit, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
DRIP—
Blood slid from the corner of his mouth, dripping to the ground. Jiang Shaotian looked at Chen Che, his eyes filled with an indescribable gravity. No one would dare to feel even the slightest bit of contempt for such an opponent.
Seeing Chen Che look up, a chill ran through his heart. Without the slightest hesitation, he roared:
