Jiang Biewang could not understand what had just happened.
What was that blood dragon? Why was this b*stard so strong? Did Ye Chen not have mortal roots?
He had never shown signs of such strength five years ago…
Heck, he was not even a martial artist back then?
Jiang Biewang was filled with confusion, and simply could not accept that this was happening.
Soon, Ye Chen arrived in front of Jiang Biewang, and the edge of the Dragonslayer Sword was placed against the latter's neck.
Jiang Biewang saw a pair of cold eyes gazing at him, causing his heart to palpitate,
"You... Who exactly are you?"
Jiang Biewang asked in a hushed tone. At the same time, he felt the sword draw blood. If it went any deeper, it would sever his artery, and he would bleed to death.
Furthermore, the blood dragon behind Ye Chen was still staring at him. Cold sweat instantly drenched Jiang Biewang's back.
