Can't beat thirteenth place, yet you still wanted to challenge first place?
Di Cang was enraged by Xiao Yan once more. His face turned pale, his blood and qi churned in his chest, and he nearly spat out another mouthful of blood.
The Seventh Divine General shot Xiao Yan a vicious glare, then forcibly dragged Di Cang off the arena.
Yet at the very instant Di Cang turned around, no one noticed the glacial gleam that flashed through the depths of his bloodshot eyes.
That was not the look a loser should have!
It was the look of a savage beast lying low, on the verge of baring its fangs!
Hmph, just wait and see!
Losing this match did not mean he had lost everything!
As long as he could defeat Wu Wushuang in the end, everyone would forget that he had lost to Chen Fan today!
He who laughed last was the true winner!
Di Cang clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms as dark golden blood dripped through his fingers.
Chen Fan.
Wu Wushuang.
Human Realm.
Just wait!
I will make every one of you pay the price!
As Di Cang left the stage, Xiao Yan was the only one remaining on the arena.
With a blade of grass between his lips, he gave a great stretch, then shoved both hands into his pockets and sauntered toward the Human Realm seats.
His gait, his posture, his expression—nothing about him looked like someone who had just shattered an undefeated myth.
But this time, no one dared underestimate this seemingly unserious young man again.
Because he had stepped on Di Cang's pride and climbed to a height none of them could ignore!
The future... supreme king of the Eternal Immortal Realm!
"Senior Brother, you're amazing!"
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