As that figure descended, its back came into Murong Qi's view.
She was not far from Yang Chen, yet as she looked at his sturdy back, she deeply felt that she might never, in this lifetime, be able to surpass the height this man had reached.
She, Murong Qi, a favored daughter of heaven, had roamed unchallenged throughout her life. Never had anyone made her feel this way. Even if someone was more outstanding than her, she had always believed that with her own talent, she would certainly surpass them in the future.
But the height Yang Chen displayed today made her understand what it meant for there always to be someone greater beyond, and a sky beyond the sky.
What was a genius?
Perhaps this was a true genius.
Yang Chen landed now, his calm gaze resting on Zhui Ming, the transcendent realm expert of the Spirit God Clan whom he had completely suppressed.
Zhui Ming gritted his teeth viciously. His aura was weak, and though he appeared to be holding firm, fear had crept onto his face as he roared, "What do you want?"
Yang Chen had no intention of wasting words. He merely placed his hand on Zhui Ming's head as his soul reached out.
"You dare search my soul! Ahhh! My Spirit God Clan will never let you off!" Zhui Ming roared.
Yet his clamor lasted only a moment before falling silent.
Yang Chen's soul had already completely invaded his body and begun searching through Zhui Ming's memories.
With this search, Yang Chen soon obtained some interesting clues. He also gained a thorough understanding of the Spirit God Clan's attack on the True Dragon Clan.
But before he could fully understand everything, a black shadow abruptly shot out from Zhui Ming's body.
"What?"
Yang Chen immediately