His strength should not have been so weak.
How could he possibly become a burden?
Yet the facts proved that he was exactly that—a burden. Even the weakest Tu Lang Beast was still beyond his ability to handle. In the entire group, he was only doing slightly better than Su Yao.
But no matter how weak or inadequate Su Yao was, she had never uttered a word to beg others for mercy.
Yang Chen watched this scene, unable to stop a sigh from rising in his heart.
Yuan Cheng was far too weak—so weak that even Yang Chen found it surprising. By all reason, Yuan Cheng should not have been this weak. But after thinking it over carefully, Yang Chen understood. That was right. Though Yuan Cheng had once been the favored son of the entire sect, in the end, it was all because he had a good father.
With Yuan Fei supporting him from the side, as long as he had even a little talent, there was no fear that he would fail to rise. Yuan Cheng had basked in that light, yet as his father, Yuan Fei had failed to see that Yuan Cheng's rise had not come from his own talent, but from Yuan Fei himself.
That was what had fostered Yuan Cheng's arrogance within the Northern Territory Sect.
And among the Northern Territory Sect's own disciples, there had never been anyone capable of matching Yuan Cheng. This had allowed Yuan Cheng to remain invincible among his generation, becoming the finest of all the disciples.
But just how much weight did that "finest" carry?
Yang Chen had never cared about being outstanding within a sect. Sparring within a sect and fighting to the death were two entirely different things. Take Yuan Cheng, for instance. No matter how