Hiss!
A surge of vigorous qi burst out from within a dilapidated pavilion, the bricks and stones easily torn to pieces by the impact.
Hum!
The air abruptly trembled as a figure with pitch-black bull horns, five meters tall and with skin as dark and iron-cast as his body, tore open the roof of the ruined pavilion and suddenly appeared.
Jin Er's mouth and nose were surrounded by swirling hot white smoke, and he glanced indifferently at Chen Mu.
"No wonder the Spirit Lord values you," he said.
<><>"But this is as far as you go."
Chen Mu stared at Jin Er, his brows slightly furrowed and the smile on his face slowly fading away.
The aura emanating from his opponent at this moment made his heart tremble without reason.
Was that feeling just now an illusion?
Trouble!
"Not willing to give up?" Jin Er's mouth curled into a mocking smile.
"Even if you're a Condensing Aperture elder of Jilong Road, you're nothing more than a slightly bigger ant in my eyes."
"You... heh!"
