"Damn it, let go of me!!!"
Yux Yan roared furiously, unable to accept everything happening before his eyes.
When Hong Chen hadn't left the Cold Cloud Sect, he had seemed like an ant in Yux Yan's eyes, someone he could bully as he pleased.
Even, if they hadn't both been disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect, Yux Yan would have killed Hong Chen without a second thought.
And now...
How much time had passed?
Was it just a change of sects, merely less than two months, that had turned the tables so that he was now being crushed by Hong Chen?
Yux Yan didn't know about the magic; he only knew that Hong Chen was merely at the early stage of the Dragon Blood Realm!
"It seems you still don't understand your situation."
Hong Chen suppressed the rage in his heart and crouched down slowly, reaching out a hand to slap Yux Yan's face.
"Smack!"
The loud sound of the slap reverberated across the entire plaza.
"How can this be?"
