Long Sheng roared in pain: "Chen Xun! You're seeking death!"
Saying this, Long Sheng's right fist swung towards Chen Xun's face: "Flame Wave Fist!"
With a bang, Chen Xun was sent flying by Long Sheng's punch, flipped in the forest, and then quickly disappeared.
"Damn it!" Long Sheng clutched his left chest, but blood was still gushing out. He tremblingly pulled out a cultivation pill from his chest and stuffed it into his mouth.
Ji Jian thoughtfully watched the back view of Chen Xun leaving, as if he had thought of something.
"Chen Xun, I swear I'll kill you!" Long Sheng gritted his teeth, a fierce look in his eyes.
Long Sheng felt extremely aggrieved. They clearly saved Chen Xun's life, yet Chen Xun repaid kindness with enmity. How could Long Sheng stand this? He was the infamous Evil Young Master, but ever since participating in the Heavenly Battlefield, he found that his usually carefree actions were repeatedly frustrated.
