"What? Have you recognized me, and that's why you're angry?"
"If I had the same cultivation resources as you, you would have been no match for me long ago."
Nangong Xingyu coughed up blood, severely wounded, but his figure remained upright, staring at the increasingly gloomy face of the Iron Blood Emperor's son, laughing heartily. The laughter was filled with desolation, possessing a carefree and unrestrained feel.
He was originally the Iron Blood Emperor Domain's contemporary Iron Blood Emperor's son, becoming the most notable existence of the younger generation on the True Spirit Continent. However, he was robbed of that position by the opponent, falling from the divine altar and even forced to leave the Iron Blood Emperor Domain.
He diligently cultivated, gaining an opportunity, all for the day he would personally defeat this opponent in front of him, to strongly respond to the decision made by the Iron Blood Emperor Domain back then.
"It really is you!"
