"What?!
Facing Xiao Chen, who was as tall as a dragon, Xuan Kun on the bronze battle chariot, revealed a look of horror. He stared intently at Xiao Chen's figure, his eyes exuding an irrepressible sense of uncertainty.
"Impossible! You were hit by the chariot of this clan's chieftain, yet you are completely unscathed! This is impossible!"
Facing Xuan Kun's roar, Xiao Chen first silently stared at the bronze battle chariot beneath him. The green rust was blotched but could not cover its violent momentum, which was even branded with a thick breath of time. Looking at this seemingly unremarkable and even somewhat dilapidated ancient chariot caused his blood to surge, his combat qi constantly howling within his body.
Xiao Chen no longer hesitated. Despite being comparable to a Blood Refining Realm Warrior, he coveted this bronze chariot. Such a weapon, since encountered, and being in the hands of his sworn enemy, could not be allowed to pass by him.