"You think you're so powerful, so incredible?"
High above, two silhouettes dashed through the sky at breakneck speed, the air shattering and waves of energy roaring wherever they passed.
Mo Wangchen's voice echoed resoundingly, spreading in all directions, so clear that it could be heard for miles around.
"Are you not a Saint Venerable Powerhouse, didn't you claim that you would slay me today?"
"Then why are you running away now?"
"You bastard!" Hearing Mo Wangchen's words echo in his ears, the Demon Clan powerhouse fleeing rapidly felt an immense frustration swell within him.
He had once been a Saint Venerable Powerhouse, worshipped by thousands, never had he fallen so low, let alone being hunted down by a junior from the Nirvana Realm.
By now, the situation had caused a huge stir in Beiming, and he had lost not just his own face, but the face of the entire Demon Clan.
At this moment, he desperately wanted to tear Mo Wangchen into thousands of pieces to vent his anger.