"Uncle Chen!"
Following Chen Lin, several people in green robes hurried over to support Chen Lin's swaying figure.
A few of them glared angrily at the fiery figure in the sky, shouting, "If you hadn't ambushed Uncle Chen while he was unguarded, how could you have defeated him, you scoundrel!"
"Victory and defeat are the same; winning is all that matters, there's no talk of ambushes." The fiery figure sneered disdainfully.
"You!..." The figures were furious, but lacking in strength, they were unable to rush forward recklessly.
Chen Lin slowly steadied himself; his left arm was slightly bent, and his chest bore tattered clothes revealing scars, fresh blood rolling down.
Clearly, he had suffered considerable injuries during the conflict just now.
"Cough cough..." Chen Lin coughed dryly, looking coldly at the figure in the sky, said, "I'd like to see, even if you defeated me, how you could possibly tame this mystical beast."
