He could say with absolute certainty that he was no match for Yang Chen.
The aura emanating from Yang Chen's body was simply too powerful—so powerful that he could not even muster the thought of resisting.
Though the other party was only at the Golden Venerate Stage, the sheer strength of that aura and the pressure it exerted upon him reminded him of the terror he had felt only when facing experts of the Body Integration Realm, or even the Demigod Stage.
An ordinary Golden Venerate Stage cultivator could never create such pressure for him.
He had to flee. Only by fleeing could he preserve his life.
But at this point, how could Yang Chen possibly let him escape?
If Zhang Yuntong had not come looking for trouble with him, Yang Chen might not necessarily have acted. But since Zhang Yuntong had provoked him, he had no reason not to make a move.
At the very least, his strength had already been exposed.
Since it was exposed, it had to be exposed for a reason.
"Trying to run?" Yang Chen appeared utterly nonchalant. He had not worried in the slightest that Zhang Yuntong could escape from his grasp.
He merely raised a hand, and vast torrents of rushing lightning surged forth. In an instant, they caught up to Zhang Yuntong, then dragged him back at lightning speed.
Zhang Yuntong's pupils contracted. He tried to resist, to break free from the crackling lightning flashing around him, but no matter how he struggled and fought back, he was like an ant, unable to escape Yang Chen's restraint.
Zhang Yuntong completely panicked.
He cried out in terror, "Spare my life, Yang Chen! Spare me! I can give you whatever you want! We should never have become enemies—we can be friends!"
For a time,