"Do you still think we're kids, Chen Zi? That you're still the genius of yesteryear?" Wei Chuan sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Or did you forget how I crushed you under my heel in the Heavenfire Secret Realm?"
He chuckled coldly before his lips curled into a cruel grin.
"In fact, I don't even know how you can stand here acting so arrogant when you couldn't even protect your own wife. Tell me, what kind of man are you, really?"
Wei Chuan burst into hearty laughter, but his eyes gleamed with malice.
The moment those words left his mouth, Chen Zi's gaze turned terrifyingly sharp.
A monstrous killing intent erupted from his body, so overwhelming that he didn't hesitate—his sword was already raised high above his head, spiritual energy surging toward it.
WHOOSH!
A sinister force stirred. Nethersoul Poison coiled around Chen Zi like a living shadow, gathering in thick, writhing tendrils before surging into his blade.
