Yang Chuanding's strength was not considered formidable, at best he was, roughly on a par with Zhuang Xiao—or perhaps even slightly inferior!
And now, Su Chen? He had become more than twice as powerful as he was ten days ago when he killed Zhong Fa in an instant!
In front of him, Yang Chuanding was mere an ant.
"Aaaah… you little rat!!! How dare you hit a person from the Leiyun Sect! You will have nowhere to bury your body, you will be utterly annihilated! Aaaah…." From a distance, the severely injured Yang Chuanding still showed not a hint of fear, still violently roaring, cursing, and threatening.
The domineering and terrifying nature of the Leiyun Sect had long been deeply ingrained in Yang Chuanding's heart. With the Leiyun Sect backing him, what was there to fear?
Meanwhile, those onlookers at the scene had already been scared to the point of chattering teeth.
To them, Su Chen was like a beast that had lost its reason, devoid of thought.
