White clothes stained with blood.
Clearly outmatched and destined for a tragic end, yet he stood unyielding.
Just yesterday.
He was still the Killing God Shen Zhong, who razed the Octagonal Teahouse, slew over a thousand foes with a single sword, and turned his back on countless beings.
But now.
Even when facing an extraordinary foe, the innate confidence and proud spirit still made him stand out brilliantly.
"Looking at you, it seems you wish to argue with an old man before you die?"
The Purple-robed Dragon King saw Chen Yang's current state and, feeling slightly moved, couldn't help but chuckle.
In all his seventy or eighty years, he had never seen such an arrogant youth. Did the other not know the famed reputation and ruthless methods of the Purple-robed Dragon King over the past fifty years?
Not only did he not kneel and plead for mercy, but he also presented such a high and fearless attitude?
Ridiculous, doesn't know his place!
