Ming Chen was about to attack when Jiang Ping An seized him by the throat.
Ming Chen found this inconceivable.
With his speed, how could he still be caught?
What was even stranger was that he had not noticed at all how Jiang Ping An had made his move.
Ming Chen swung his Light Whip at Jiang Ping An, but before he could attack, pain shot through his arm.
Then he saw the arm holding the Light Whip fly away, while a Bone Blade had somehow appeared in Jiang Ping An's hand.
Jiang Ping An's blade had been so fast that not a single drop of blood stained it after severing Ming Chen's arm.
Holding Ming Chen by the throat, Jiang Ping An remained calm. "Your speed is slower than mine. You cannot defeat me."
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! My speed has already reached the limit of the Heavenly Immortal Realm. How could you possibly be faster than me?"
Ming Chen refused to accept this fact. He had proven his Dao through supreme speed, and over all these years, he had never encountered an Immortal of the same realm who could surpass him in speed. He had always boasted that his speed was invincible among those of the same realm.
He could no longer improve his speed at this realm. How could anyone possibly be faster than him?
Ming Chen dismembered his body to break free from Jiang Ping An's restraint. His body turned into a streak of light and shot back to the edge of the barrier, where it reassembled.
After steadying himself, he fully activated the immortal power within his body and charged at Jiang Ping An at his peak speed.
He had only been caught earlier because he had not been paying attention. This time, he definitely would