Yi Chenzi’s heart sank. It was more or less what he had expected.
That Second Martial Saint’s expression also changed rapidly. Earlier, he had guessed some parts. However, inwardly, he still had held some hope. Naturally, his heart turned cold when hearing Qin Wushuang speak those words. He knew that Qin Wushuang was very powerful. During this time, his abnormal show of strength had proved that fact.
Even the First Martial Saint, Yi Chenzi, could not win against him. The power of this kid had indeed instilled fear in him.
