"Are you two still hiding? How dare you come out and seek your deaths?" Jiang Chen wasn't surprised when he saw the two Great Sects leading people to deal with him. Naturally, he wasn't afraid either.
"Jiang Chen, you're far too arrogant. Today will be your death date," Ji Wenfeng said.
Some time ago, Jiang Chen had nearly cleaved him in half. Fortunately, he had armor, or he would have died miserably on the spot.
However, that long wound had caused him no small amount of suffering.
During this period, he had spent vast resources and consumed high-grade healing pills. Only then had he more or less recovered from the injury.
However, the wound on his chest still hadn't healed completely. It continued to ache faintly. All of this had been bestowed upon him by Jiang Chen. Thinking of it made Ji Wenfeng furious. After advancing to the Martial God Realm, when had he ever suffered such a loss?
Chang Xiyi was in the same situation. Being beaten by Jiang Chen until he suffered internal injuries—being wounded by a brat at the Seventh Level of the Martial Sovereign Realm—was the lifelong humiliation of his existence.
Jiang Chen secretly communicated with Che Jun and Gan Chen, asking them to contact the higher-ups behind them. As long as they made a move and ambushed the people from Ding Tian Sect and Eight Divine Sect, Jiang Chen promised to refine one batch of Tenth-tier Spirit Strengthening Pills for each of the two Great Sects, with at least ten pills guaranteed.
The two prodigies received Jiang Chen's orders and immediately communicated with the Martial God Realm experts of their respective sects.
When the higher-ups of the two Great Sects learned that Jiang Chen was offering such a massive reward, joy appeared on their faces.