A cold gleam seemed to flicker in Yang Chen's eyes as he stared straight at the man before him and said icily, "Who are you? With strength at the Demigod Stage, you cannot be some nobody. If you have come to kill me, you should at least give your name."
"You think I would tell you?" Yu Zhengguang sneered.
Yang Chen was not surprised. He knew that since this man had come to kill him today, he would not easily reveal his identity. Yet Yang Chen already had a few suspicions. With a cold laugh, he said, "You are deliberately concealing your identity because you cannot bear to see the light of day. Let me guess... you are most likely Daoist Menghen's disciple."
Yu Zhengguang raised his brows. "Yang Chen, you really are clever. Heh heh, since you have guessed it, there is nothing left for me to hide. I am Daoist Menghen's third disciple, Yu Zhengguang. Of course, now that you have figured it out, I have even more reason not to let you live!"
Yang Chen gritted his teeth. "So it really is Daoist Menghen!"
Daoist Menghen truly refused to let this go. He actually intended to take Yang Chen's life, and he thought highly enough of him to send a Demigod Stage disciple just to ensure nothing could go wrong.
Indeed, even against a Body Integration Realm cultivator, Yang Chen could cope. But the Demigod Stage was the most troublesome realm of all.
Still, Yang Chen would not lose in bearing. His face turned grim as he said, "Is that so? If you want to kill me, then show me what you have got."
"Yang Chen, do you really think that having a few tricks means you can survive under my hand? Wishful thinking!" Yu Zhengguang sneered,