Wu Changkong did not know what Yang Chen meant. After all, he had no idea that, strictly speaking, Yang Chen counted as half of Huang Taiji's successor.
Even if he had known, given his current status and position, he would probably have found it difficult to recall what had happened with Huang Taiji back then. After all, people like him had harmed far too many others.
Wu Changkong only thought Yang Chen was courting death. After laughing wildly, he said, "Yang Chen, since you want to die so badly, hehe, I'll grant your wish and let you die with a little more grace."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Changkong flipped his palm, and a wind palm abruptly burst forth from his hand. It was precisely the Imperial Path Chaotic Wind Art that Wu Fan had also used.
But clearly, the Imperial Path Chaotic Wind unleashed by Wu Changkong was far more powerful than Wu Fan's. When that wind palm came crashing down, even the direction of the wind became an extension of Wu Changkong's arm strength, forcefully pressing down with irresistible might.
Seeing the wind palm rushing in to kill him, Yang Chen likewise took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm.
After all, for an ordinary person, challenging someone in the Body Integration Realm while only at the Spirit Disk Stage was already an incomparably insane choice.
After reaching the Emperor stage of the Spirit Disk Stage, the difference was no longer merely a matter of several minor realms, but a difference in one's control over power.
The Spirit Disk Stage and the Golden Venerate Stage were one level apart; the Golden Venerate Stage and the Body Integration Realm were another; the Body Integration Realm and the Demigod Stage were yet another.
Yang Chen had