"Ye Qingchen, this isn't over yet!" Wu Chang said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with unwillingness and rage.
Ye Qingchen took a deep breath and stared firmly at Wu Chang. "Wu Chang, sometimes when you can't, you just can't. Even if you've fallen into demonic cultivation, you still won't be my match."
A trace of ferocity and hesitation flashed across Wu Chang's face, but it was quickly drowned out by hatred.
He let out a furious roar and lunged at Ye Qingchen once more, and the two of them were again locked in a fierce battle.
The Demonic Qi in Wu Chang's heart grew stronger and stronger. Ye Qingchen frowned as he watched him, the doubt in his heart mounting.
The Demonic Qi on Wu Chang now could no longer be described as merely strong.
But who exactly would help him like this?
Who would be so bored and idle as to help such a piece of trash?
