"Pfft-!"
Xiao Yan violently spat out a mouthful of blood, scattering crimson blossoms through the air. But he merely wiped his lips and paid it no further attention.
He raised his head and stared at Ling Feng with utter venom, though his eyes also brimmed with unwillingness and disbelief.
With just one strike, Ling Feng had shattered his evil emperor body and grievously wounded him. Xiao Yan could scarcely believe such a gulf in their strength existed, nor was he willing to believe it.
"How could you possibly be stronger than me?!"
Xiao Yan roared at Ling Feng in defiance, but the latter merely shook his head. Looking down at him from far above, Ling Feng spoke in an utterly calm voice.
"Xiao Yan, from beginning to end, I have never thought anything of you. That remains true even now."
It was the truth.
Back in Wutan City, without Yao Chen and Gu Xun'er's help, Xiao Yan and the Xiao Clan would have been finished long ago.
Later, at the Misty Cloud Sect, how could Xiao Yan have escaped without the Heavenly Dao secretly interfering, much less achieved what he had today?
Yet to Xiao Yan, Ling Feng's statement of the facts was nothing less than flaying him alive and laying bare his shameful past, stripping him of all face and dignity.
With his fierce pride, how could Xiao Yan endure such words from Ling Feng?
"Shut up!"
Xiao Yan bellowed in fury, staring at Ling Feng with a savage expression. "Ling Feng, don't think you've already got me beaten..."
Suddenly, Xiao Yan stood up and gazed coldly up at Ling Feng. "Today, we settle every debt, old and new. Either you die, or I do!"
As the last word fell, Xiao Yan abruptly threw back his head and roared.