"I'm lucky to have escaped with my life. The destruction of my physical body is a small matter in comparison. It's just a shame that after losing an arm, my strength has dropped by at least thirty percent."
Wen Yangxi let out a long sigh.
In his current state, he would struggle even to form a Fake Infant.
"Ah..."
Wen Tianzhu's expression changed.
'The Old Ancestor wasn't a match for Chen Che even at his peak. With his strength so greatly reduced, what hope was there for revenge in this lifetime?'
"Chen Che is truly a prodigy of shocking talent. In my seven hundred years, I've seen and heard of only a handful of people who could compare. While my defeat at his hands was unexpected, it was also logical."
Seemingly sensing Wen Tianzhu's thoughts, Wen Yangxi chuckled softly.
But a moment later, he straightened his spine, his gaze resolute. There wasn't a trace of dejection about him; on the contrary, his fighting spirit churned.
