Chen Yang was breathing heavily, his spiritual energy nearly drained from strengthening his attack.
The fact that it had been so easily neutralized put a huge damper on his spirits.
"You damn monster, you've always been like this since we were kids—thinking you were some big shot, so you never had any friends.
Did you think we didn't notice how you always played with those monsters you created with your Heaven's Pact?," Chen Yang spat, his expression twisted in disgust as he glared at Chen Mei.
Before Chen Mei could even refute him, Lin Feng, who had just experienced his epiphany and overheard their entire conversation, suddenly spoke.
His voice was loud and clear.
"Since when did the weak have any right to talk back to the strong? Who cares what she does with her life? When you have the stronger fist, you make the rules!" Feng shouted, his voice resonating through the surroundings.
