The Lord of Chaos wanted to punch Ye Chen to death, as his expression was too innocent and too detestable.
Whoever obtained the secret technique of movement would truly be blessed by fate; among the countless secret arts and myriad martial skills, it was the movement technique secret that was the most precious!
Such a secret was not only the strongest trump card but also a miraculous method to save one's life!
If someone else had gotten the movement technique secret, they would be overjoyed to the point of becoming like the Seven Fairies. How many Grandmasters would die of envy at such fortune? And yet, there he was, wearing his innocent expression. Was he courting death?
"Great Grandpa, how do I compare to Second Grandpa and Third Grandpa in strength now?" Ye Chen asked expectantly.
"You are improving, but others are improving as well!" the Lord of Chaos said. "The second and the third have encountered quite the opportunities. You are probably still not their match right now!"
