"Is this the power of a Peak Douluo?"
Yi Chen's heart jolted, and his eyes filled with deep wariness.
Rumble!
The energy radiating from the gray-robed elder grew increasingly intense. A savage aura raged around him, as though it might destroy heaven and earth at any moment.
"Damn it, this fellow has gone mad!" Yi Chen's expression changed, and he turned to flee.
But the instant he moved, an overwhelmingly powerful surge of energy erupted behind him and hurtled straight toward his back, striking him like a falling meteor.
Yi Chen spat out a mouthful of blood essence and staggered two steps backward, his face turning even paler.
That bastard! Hatred surged in Yi Chen's heart. He thrust out his palm, and a cloud of black mist appeared out of thin air, blocking the gray-robed elder's attack.
"You're courting death!" the gray-robed elder snapped coldly. His figure flashed again, and a barrage of vicious attacks swept toward Yi Chen within the black mist.
Oh no, I'm about to take another beating! Yi Chen groaned inwardly. He darted about, repeatedly dodging the gray-robed elder's attacks, his face full of anxiety.
He felt he was in grave danger. If he could not leave in time, he would likely be defeated very soon.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, something whistled through the air, and a sharp gleam of cold steel slashed toward Yi Chen.
The sword stroke tore through the clothing over Yi Chen's chest, exposing a wound deep enough to reveal bone.
Yet despite the grievous injury, Yi Chen did not die.
If this gray-robed elder wanted to take his life, he would have to see whether Yi Chen agreed.
"Hahaha, you little bastard! Let's see whether you can escape now!" The gray-robed elder laughed wildly and shot forward once more.
This time, he moved