Chen Wen calmly walked up to Zhao Yidao and said indifferently, "That slash of yours was indeed impressive, but that was all it was."
"I'll return those same words to you. Being defeated by my sword is indeed your honor."
Zhao Yidao struggled to raise his head. His lips moved, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Only after a long while did he recover somewhat. "How many monsters like you do the human race have?"
Chen Wen's expression remained unchanged. "There are plenty stronger than me."
Zhao Yidao gave a bitter smile. "So that's how it is. Then my defeat was not undeserved."
But he quickly shook his head again. "Don't celebrate too early. This has only just begun."
"You've hunted us all this way for nothing more than Heavenly Luck."
"If you want first place, you must defeat everyone."
"But with your strength, it is simply impossible for you to get past that person."
As he spoke, Zhao Yidao burst into loud laughter. "I merely took one step ahead of you. I'll wait for you below."
Chen Wen watched everything indifferently and said, "Are you finished?"
He had long learned of the person Zhao Yidao mentioned from that man's memories.
He was merely someone called Ximen Tianyang, a man whose strength was no weaker than Xuanyuan Haoyu's.
As it happened, Chen Wen also wanted to fight such a genius.
Zhao Yidao had not been wrong about one thing either. If Chen Wen wanted to obtain the final Heavenly Luck Baptism, there were people he had to defeat.
Only then could he reach the summit.
Otherwise, neither Xuanyuan Haoyu nor Ximen Tianyang would allow him to take such a tremendous opportunity.
Zhao Yidao stiffened involuntarily.
He knew that his time of death had likely arrived.
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