A Ten Thousand Phenomena Senluo who wasn't even thirty years old.
If he had another ten, or twenty years, what would he become?
Chen Chunliang dared not think about it. All he wanted now was to survive, and nothing more. If he lived through today, he would immediately send word to the Chen Family, urging them to dispatch their strongest members. Otherwise, they would suffer tremendous casualties. The entire Chen Clan might even be overturned.
However!
He had, after all, underestimated Chen Yang.
The very moment he turned to flee, the knife in Chen Yang's hand was already closing in on his back.
Before the blade even arrived, his white robe was already stained red. Upon closer inspection, one could see the robe was covered with countless fine cuts that had sliced open his skin, letting blood flow profusely. This was the result of the ferocious knife qi. Had it been an ordinary person, they would already be dead beyond a doubt.
SQUELCH!
