"While we were at it... we captured Evil Lord too?"
This simple sentence made Jing Hongchen feel as though he could not breathe.
Of course, he knew Jiang Ming was exaggerating somewhat. After all, when Evil Lord had joined them in ambushing Jiang Ming in the western outskirts of Radiant City, Evil Lord's suppressive power over Jiang Ming had still been immense.
Only a few years had passed. No matter how much Jiang Ming's strength had grown, he could not possibly have reached the point where he could capture Evil Lord as casually as that.
Combined with the information they had received earlier—that Jiang Ming had been seriously wounded some time ago—he could infer... No, that was not right.
When Kong Deming had gone to the Ice Sea to surround and kill Jiang Ming, the news he brought back was that Jiang Ming had fought Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult. The two had battled as though gods had descended, and Jiang Ming had been left critically wounded and near death then.
But if Jiang Ming's injuries had occurred at that time, did that not mean that he had not been hurt after fighting Evil Lord?
At the very least, he had not suffered any serious injuries!
After all, genuine severe injuries were difficult to recover from in a short time. If Jiang Ming could kill Zhongli Wu after he had invoked a god's descent while severely wounded, and nearly wipe out the Holy Spirit Cult's entire upper echelon, that was far more terrifying than capturing Evil Lord!
At that thought, Jing Hongchen's brows immediately furrowed.
He looked at Jiang Ming, his emotions indescribably complicated.
Just how strong was this brat now?!
And...
Jing Hongchen turned to look at Evil Lord, sealed beneath the ice below, then