The sound of coughing echoed through the fog and dust, and the vague outline of a young man could be seen.
How was this even possible?
Xia Lingqiu's eyes widened in disbelief.
When the dust and fog finally cleared, they revealed the figure of a young man standing tall.
Even though he was covered in blood, his determined eyes were fixed on the sky.
A roar followed. "Xia Lingqiu, kneel down and accept your death!"
Ye Chen was still alive!
From the very start, Ye Chen had not revealed his hidden trump cards.
He did not use the Red Dust Divine Bloodline or the Mist divine power.
He had been waiting for Xia Lingqiu to take action.
Xia Lingqiu instinctively took a few steps back.
Everything she had witnessed had turned her understanding upside down.
After a few seconds, the surprise in her eyes transformed into anger.
Without hesitation, she gripped her frost sword and charged at Ye Chen.
