Chen Changan's Strength

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Impossible!

This is impossible!

By the time Meng Xiaotian came to his senses, the thudding had already begun.

Meng Xiaotian turned around. The three men he had brought with him were already sprawled on the ground, unconscious, while Chen Changan had vanished once more.

When he looked back, Chen Changan had returned to Meng Xiaoxiao's side.

If not for the three men lying unconscious on the ground, Meng Xiaotian might have thought that nothing had happened at all.

He couldn't understand it. He couldn't make sense of why someone incapable of cultivation could possess such heaven-defying abilities.

Chen Changan was only sixteen, the same age as Meng Xiaotian.

In the blink of an eye, he had taken three men at the fifth level of the Earth God Realm out of the fight?

And this was supposed to be a useless good-for-nothing?

What kind of good-for-nothing could do that?

Calling him a Prodigy wouldn't even begin to describe Chen Changan.

"You can cultivate?"

"No, that can't be right. You don't have a shred of cultivation."

"You..."

"How on earth did you do that?"

Meng Xiaotian stared at Chen Changan, utterly baffled. This was completely beyond his understanding of cultivation.

"There are many ways to gain strength."

"Cultivation is the best one."

"But it's not the only one."

"Forget it. Someone like you wouldn't understand, even if I explained."

"You should count yourself lucky. If not for Xiao Xiao, and the relationship between the Chen Family and the Meng Family..."

"Not one of you would be leaving here alive today."

Chen Changan's words made Meng Xiaotian shudder. He could tell that Chen Changan wasn't joking.

How could this kid, who was only sixteen, have such a terrifying presence?

Especially his eyes. Meng Xiaotian felt that even standing before their