Everyone had thought that Yang Chen's decision to confront Zhang Feng head-on was foolish, and that sooner or later, Yang Chen would pay the price for that foolish choice.
But the truth was, Zhang Feng was no match for him in a mobile battle, and even in a frontal clash, Zhang Feng was still no match for him.
Clearly, there was a gap of four levels in cultivation at the Heavenly Martial Realm Eighth Level. Theoretically, Yang Chen could not possibly win in a head-on battle, yet beneath those layers upon layers of lightning swords, that four-level advantage was shattered like thin paper, completely unable to withstand a single blow.
How could this not shock everyone?
Every sect and faction was utterly astonished by the scene. Whether it was an act or not, everyone could see that Yang Chen truly possessed real ability.
After defeating Zhang Feng, Yang Chen remained as composed as ever. He looked at Zhang Feng indifferently and said, "Zhang Feng, by rights, you have defied your superior. Even if I killed you today, the Great Emperor would certainly not blame me. Do you understand?"
Zhang Feng swallowed hard. He knew that his reputation was utterly ruined. Had he defeated Yang Chen, things would have been different. But he had lost. Since he had lost, he had to bear the charge of defying his superior.
He had never considered it before. He had never thought that he would lose.
But the facts were right before him. Zhang Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Vice Captain, my skills are inferior. Earlier, in a rush of hot blood, I tried to challenge you. It was truly foolish. I hope you can spare my life!"
Everyone was curious how Yang Chen would choose. If it had been anyone else, facing