"Just a mere ant, and you dared hurt my grandson?" Wu Feichi hovered in the void, standing atop a hundred-zhang giant beast as he looked down coldly at Xiao Chen.
He should have needed some more time before leaving seclusion, yet Wu Xiu had awakened him ahead of time. His condition had not yet reached its ideal state, which would affect his future recovery. Though the impact would not be great, he was still somewhat displeased.
He curiously sized up the white-robed youth below. Apart from arrogance, his indifferent old eyes held a trace of surprise.
Though he had not fully awakened earlier, his divine sense had already revived. He had watched the entire battle between Xiao Chen and Wu Xiu through the power of his divine sense. Originally, he had thought it would be a crushing sweep, like dry weeds before a raging wind, but unexpectedly, Xiao Chen had battled Wu Xiu for a long time without falling behind!
Though he called Xiao Chen an ant, he was deeply impressed in his heart. For Xiao Chen to possess such combat power in the Age of Dharma Decline was simply defying the heavens!
A terrifying pressure bore down on Xiao Chen. He felt as if Flying Dragon Mountain had suddenly been placed upon his body; his figure bent slightly, and even remaining standing became exceedingly difficult.
Looking at Wu Feichi standing proudly atop the giant beast and sensing the dense disdain and malice radiating from him, Xiao Chen's expression turned cold. "An ancient monster of the Half-Emperor Realm!"
A nameless rage surged within him. Why was it that every time a fair duel had been agreed upon, some shameless old fossil always came along, loved bullying the young with the old, and broke the rules?
It was so in the