"By strength alone, what right did you have to say I wasn't worthy of Zhang Xuelian?"
"By battle merits, even with your Taiyi Sect suppressing me, I, Yang Chen, still earned eighty million battle merits. How many did you earn?"
"Perhaps compared to you, only my father fell short of yours." Yang Chen did not spare a single word of mockery.
Yuan Changsheng clenched his fists. He wanted to resist, wanted to argue, yet in the end, not a single word could leave his throat.
He had always believed that he possessed absolute superiority.
First, there was his father. Then there was the privilege of Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, which gave him battle merits far beyond those of others at his level. Then came his strength, and the status he had gained at such a young age.
All of it made him feel that only he was worthy of Zhang Xuelian, and that among the younger generation, there was no one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Yet only now did he discover that, in every comparison, Yang Chen had crushed him completely.
They were not even on the same level.
Who was worthy of Zhang Xuelian?
After such a comparison, he was utterly eclipsed. He had never been worthy of Zhang Xuelian in the first place. Only because of his father had there arisen the illusion that he and Zhang Xuelian were a match made in heaven.
Yang Chen's final comparison of their fathers revealed the truth and struck the most painfully raw spot in his heart.
Immortal Heavenly Venerate wanted to defend his son, but at this point, he found that everything seemed so powerless.
Situ Zhennan waved his hand. "Enough. Let us put the matter of Zhang Xuelian aside for now. Yang Chen, Zhang Xuelian is