Chen Changsheng's clothes were torn and his chest was wounded. He was in such a sorry state that if Tang Thirty-Six were to see it, he would assuredly tease Chen Changsheng as having been beaten until he looked like a dog. Yet in this state, Chen Changsheng unexpectedly wanted Zhuang Huanyu to concede, and from the look on his face, he was not joking.
His attitude was very serious, his tone sincere, so Zhuang Huanyu was very angry, feeling this to be an expression of enormous contempt, an incredible insult.
Chen Changsheng was not intending to mock him, only making a sober judgment.
Whether it was because of the autumn rain or because of the toughness of his body, since the blazing of star radiance had not burned him to death, that snowy plain within his body could provide him an endless stream of true essence. In reality, he now had an unprecedented amount of true essence. The greatest gap between him and Zhuang Huanyu no longer existed, so why shouldn't he be confident?
