Chapter 210: A Single Teardrop
Xiao Chen knew there wouldn't be a miracle. He was destined to die.
Despite being endowed with exceptional talent, he was merely twenty-one. Even the most gifted wilt before the force of time. Time could destroy or create anything. The older generation of experts who had been weathered by years could not be matched by a young man like him in terms of cultivation level.
He was surrounded on all sides; the sky above him was blocked off. There were no less than six half-god experts. How could he possibly escape?
"I will slaughter your soul and spirit, leaving only one soul to be forever imprisoned in front of White Tiger's tomb!" Tiger Nu descended to the ground and started advancing step by step towards Xiao Chen. His face was as chilling as an ice age that could never be melted. His voice was as cold as if it had come from the Nine Nether Underworld, "Do you have anything to say before your death?"
