The Cruel Ling Chen
At this moment, the face of the old man was white as paper and his entire body was trembling uncontrollably.
He now realized that he could not escape from Ling Chen no matter how fast he was. His only option was to defeat Ling Chen which was even harder than escaping.
"So what would it be old man." Ling Chen suddenly asked as he was looking at the old man with a cold and insidious smile on his face.
His voice was not loud, but there was a will within them that allowed no dispute, no disobedience.
Hearing Ling Chen's calmly spoken words, the old man's expression turned even uglier. Looking at Ling Chen, the old man felt as if he was facing the might of heaven itself due to his overwhelming presence.
And Ling Chen, especially dressed in that dark imperial robe, made him look as if he was the ruler of all realms and was in control of all the lives in the universe.