Zhang Min watched everything with cold eyes. She and the two Daoists behind her both knew exactly how unwise it was for Bai Wuheng to challenge Yang Chen.
In truth, Chen Yangqi had already given Bai Wuheng a chance and had done all that kindness and duty demanded. But Bai Wuheng had clearly failed to seize it.
Before joining the Profound Dao Sect, Yang Chen had been like a dragon not yet in the sea, and perhaps dealing with Bai Wuheng would have been somewhat difficult. But now that Yang Chen had joined the Profound Dao Sect, he was like a dragon returning to the ocean. A mere Bai Wuheng was no longer his match.
Yet Bai Wuheng did not see it that way. Having entered the Demigod Stage, his confidence was anything but insignificant.
"Then let us settle victory and defeat in the Heavenly Hall. The Heavenly Hall was forged from special materials, so you can wreak havoc here as much as you please," Chen Yangqi said coldly.
He had already done everything he could. Now it depended on whether Bai Wuheng could seize the opportunity.
Bai Wuheng stared coldly at Yang Chen. "Yang Chen, Yang Chen, do you know how long I have waited for this day? Ever since you defeated me by sheer luck that day, I have bitterly awaited today. Your good days end now."
Hearing Bai Wuheng's words, Yang Chen shook his head. "Bai Wuheng, you have one thing wrong. When I defeated you back then, it was not luck. The same will be true when I defeat you today!"
"Stop dreaming. Do you think you can still defeat the me of today?" Seeing Yang Chen act this way, Bai Wuheng felt a surge of inexplicable fury.
He immediately rose to his feet. In an