Chen Jiao was very strong.
The God Realm certainly carries a lot of weight.
Unfortunately, he encountered Zhang Xiaoshan, and his first battle upon achieving the God Realm also became his last.
"No, this is impossible, how could I lose..."
Floating on the water, Chen Jiao looked at his broken legs and the blood-stained lake, his eyes filled with disbelief and unwillingness.
He started cultivation at the age of ten; to enhance his cultivation, he sacrificed so much, finally achieving the God Realm he had dreamed of. One could say that for this day, he endured many hardships, but on this very day, when he was about to prove the might of the God Realm, he fell from grace, left with nothing.
"Chen Jiao, do you submit?"
Zhang Xiaoshan's figure flickered and appeared before Chen Jiao.
He hovered four or five meters above the water, looking down at Chen Jiao as if a deity watching an ant.
Just like when Chen Jiao previously showcased his God Realm power, looking down on others.
