He knew it perfectly well, but the young man before him had scared him out of his wits.
At those words, a sneer appeared on Yi Chen's face. "You think you're worthy of making me use a treasure? You think far too highly of yourself."
"Fine! Fine! Very good!" A trace of madness appeared on the gray-robed elder's face. He stared at Yi Chen, his eyes brimming with hatred and murderous intent. "Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"
Bzzzt!
As soon as he finished speaking, the gray-robed elder turned his wrist and swung his longsword fiercely. Dazzling silver light erupted around him like a radiant moon and slashed toward Yi Chen.
Whoosh!
A biting gust swept up, whipping Yi Chen's hair about. The air seemed to freeze, and everything around him turned pitch-black, so dark he could not see his hand before his face.
"Death Blade!"
A shrill howl burst from the gray-robed elder's mouth. His longsword became a dazzling bolt of silver lightning, thrusting toward Yi Chen's chest with the speed of thunder that left no time to cover one's ears.
A tremendous crash rang out. Yi Chen was sent flying backward, tumbling several times in midair before he regained his balance, his face filled with terror.
That strike had nearly taken his life. Had he not reacted swiftly and activated the power within him at the crucial moment, he would already have been reduced to a pile of fragments.
He had never expected his opponent to possess such a terrifying Soul Skill.
Is this the strength of a Peak Douluo? Yi Chen sighed inwardly.
"You little bastard, die!"
The gray-robed elder roared and darted forward again. His longsword once more transformed into a brilliant bolt of silver lightning as he slashed at Yi Chen.
Faced