Yang Chen did not believe that his current strength was enough to ensure his own safety.
Although everything had been calm and still as an ancient well since his return, he did not believe for a moment that King Yueyin would simply let the matter go.
Yang Chen had always kept the matter concerning King Yueyin close to his heart.
He could vaguely gauge some of King Yueyin's strength.
Though he had not fought many King level experts, the gap in strength between King level experts ought to have been enormous as well.
True Mountain King was considered one of the weakest King level experts. Never mind his actual strength—his habit of shrinking back and refusing to leave the rear lines was enough to show just how weak he was.
Furthermore, the Three Flowers Sect's influence had, in its early years, been no weaker than the other Sacred Districts. It had even faintly surpassed them.
One had to know that forces like the Sacred Domain and the Nirvana Sect each possessed two King level experts. The Sacred Districts of the Northern region certainly would not have only a few King level experts within each district.
Yet the Three Flowers Sect had still stood tall to this day, relying solely on King Yueyin. That alone explained many things.
King Yueyin had remained on the battlefield's front lines all this time. Her strength was absolutely above True Mountain King's.
Coupled with the strength she had displayed last time, enough to make even True Kings fear provoking her, Yang Chen felt even more unease in his heart.
Of course, what unsettled him most was not that. It was that, in a fit of rage last time, he had chosen to resist. Though his strength was enough to contend against King Yueyin, she had