Lu Chen stepped onto the air, as though an invisible staircase hung there, steadily supporting his body.
Just like that, he walked into the arena, one step at a time!
Lu Chen's expression remained indifferent:
"What a joke! If I really were taking personal revenge, how could you have lived until now? And even participated in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament without a hitch!"
"Back then, your father, Tang Hao, brought a Super Douluo and five Titled Douluo from the Clear Sky Sect and successfully assassinated Xue Ye. In the end, I personally dealt with them all and avenged Xue Ye!"
"With my strength, if I truly wanted to attack you, who do you think could protect you?"
"That teacher of yours, Yu Xiaogang, who can do nothing but fart?"
As those final words left his mouth!
Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned crimson with rage, and he panted like an ox.
He felt that he had suffered an enormous humiliation.
Ignoring the gap in strength between himself and Lu Chen, he recklessly drove the Golden Sacred Dragon to attack Lu Chen:
"Lu Chen, I'll kill you!"
"Die!"
The Golden Giant Dragon let out a roar that shook the heavens. Countless people in the surrounding stands covered their ears, feeling as though their brains were exploding under the intimidating force of that roar.
Lu Chen turned his head slightly and glanced at the Golden Iron Triangle. Facing the Golden Giant Dragon hurtling toward him, he calmly raised a hand and snapped his fingers.
Snap!
A crisp sound, neither loud nor soft, spread outward. Ripples rose through the air like waves on water, without any soul-shaking pressure.
But when those ripples swept across the thirty-meter Golden Giant Dragon, the dragon that had been so imposing a moment earlier froze in midair,