"Are you Chen Wen!!!"
Jiang Fengtian suddenly let out a savage roar, his entire body bordering on hysteria.
At this moment, he looked utterly crazed.
His pale face had flushed an intense red.
He had never imagined that such a day would come.
Still less had he imagined that Ye Linyuan, whom they had always wanted to kill, and Chen Wen were the same person.
Ye Linyuan had a blood feud with them.
Chen Wen had an even deeper blood feud with them.
Moreover, Chen Wen had a half-year pact with the Jiang Clan.
More than four months had now passed, yet Chen Wen's strength had grown to a level even he could scarcely reach.
This was far too outrageous.
He had never imagined that someone's strength could truly rise so dramatically.
There was still more than a month until the half-year pact.
But what about after that month or so? How much stronger would Chen Wen become?
At that thought, his entire body went numb.
He simply could not imagine the scale of slaughter the Jiang Clan would suffer a month from now.
He regretted it.
And he was afraid.
If he could do it over, he would never have gone looking for trouble with Chen Wen, much less allowed the Jiang Clan to continue opposing him.
But it was all too late.
Boom!!!
Just as Chen Wen's palm was about to strike Jiang Fengtian, it suddenly stopped.
He was not particularly surprised that Jiang Fengtian had recognized him.
After all, he and the Jiang Clan were mortal enemies. As a member of the Jiang Clan, how could Jiang Fengtian not have investigated him?
Though he rarely used the Heavenly Emperor Fist, he had used it before.
Thus, it was only natural that Jiang Fengtian remembered.
Still, Jiang Fengtian's