"Be extra careful in a moment. Zhao Cheng is no ordinary cultivator. His True Essence possesses many different properties, and he also has an extremely strange Dao art for suppression and defense..."
Sun Tong's gaze first fell upon the towering Daliang City in the distance, and images of the two times Zhao Cheng had gravely wounded him flashed through his mind. The pain of his shattered bones and torn sinews seemed to begin spreading again.
As those unpleasant memories surged up, an unmistakable tension was added to his face.
Huang Chengyu took in his embarrassment at a glance. He immediately sneered, folded his arms, and shot him a sidelong look, his tone dripping with disdain. "Look how scared you are. You couldn't even catch him with the Immortal-Binding Rope. You're simply not skilled enough."
"I've never slacked off all these years, and I have a magical treasure bestowed by Master. Taking down one Zhao Cheng—wouldn't that be easy?"
Sun Tong's face reddened at his words. He instinctively straightened his back, wanting to retort, yet lacking much confidence.
Still, an ominous premonition lingered in his heart. Though he had never directly fought Zhao Cheng, he had been struck hard by Zhao Cheng twice in succession and knew full well how formidable Zhao Cheng's offensive power was.
Seeing Huang Chengyu underestimate his opponent to such a degree, Sun Tong sighed helplessly. His gaze swept over the still-wet bloodstains on his robe, and he spoke with a hint of pleading. "Let me go down first. I'll use earth escape to go underground. If anything happens, I can support you."
Huang Chengyu hated that he failed to live up to expectations, but after looking at Sun Tong's injuries all over his body, he agreed. "True enough. With you beside me in your current state,