He Zhao Admits Defeat
"Jiang Chen!" He Zhao's expression changed when he heard the name.
The way Jiang Chen looked matched the portrait He Zhao had seen before—practically identical.
He Zhao knew the rumors about Jiang Chen very well. He often heard news about him within the Immortal Snow Sect.
By now, everyone in the Immortal Snow Sect had reached the same conclusion: anyone who had not reached the Cave Void Realm should avoid facing Jiang Chen alone if possible.
There was a very high chance they would lose to Jiang Chen. He had too many methods at his disposal, and his combat prowess was heaven-defying.
The Immortal Snow Sect had suffered far too many losses at Jiang Chen's hands. Nobody wanted to die by his hand.
He Zhao felt terribly miserable. How did I end up facing this Baleful Intent?
If he fought Jiang Chen, the rules meant Jiang Chen would not kill him—but that was only a possibility. What if Jiang Chen actually went for the kill?
Even if Jiang Chen did not kill him, beating him into serious injury and severely delaying his cultivation would still be a losing bargain.
"I—I admit defeat," He Zhao said.
This was the best solution He Zhao could think of.
Although it would cost him face, face could not feed him. If he forced himself to fight Jiang Chen, the loss would be even greater.
By admitting defeat, he could at least leave unharmed.
"What? Did I hear that right? He Zhao actually admitted defeat? He was still fuming just now." Someone looked utterly incredulous.
They found the whole thing absurd.
"Jiang Chen? He's Jiang Chen? So that's Jiang Chen? I heard before that there was a ruthless man named Jiang Chen who even dared to challenge the Immortal Snow Sect