"Youngster, do you really intend to force this old man to fight to the death?"
Ghostly Wound's face had reverted to its wizened state. His eyes were turbid, his complexion pale and covered in deep wrinkles.
Meanwhile, Xia Lingfeng on the opposite side was not faring well either. His face was flushed, his Qi and blood were in turmoil, and he clearly needed time to recover.
"You old monster, you haven't shown your face in twenty years. You should have stayed in your hole, continuing to drag out your pathetic existence.
Yet you just had to crawl out and stir up trouble. How could I possibly tolerate you?
Under normal circumstances, I admit I couldn't do much to you. But today presents a rare opportunity, and I must cut you down to rid the world of your evil!"
As Xia Lingfeng spoke, he turned and nodded slightly toward a tall, handsome young man in purple robes who stood on a massive rock not far away, a Long Saber in hand.
That person was, of course, Chen Cheng.
