Fang Cheng's calm tone spread across the blood sea.
Like a heavy hammer, it struck hard against Jiang Chen's heart that had long ceased to beat.
The dazzling golden light, like a tangible sharp sword, stung his pupils.
Jiang Chen looked up at the golden Divine Palace on the dome, bright like a blazing sun, and the ghostly green fire in his eyes contracted sharply.
The arrogance and absolute confidence forged over two thousand years showed an unhealable crack at this moment.
An unfamiliar emotion, which he felt extremely humiliated, was clawing its way up his spine.
It was fear!
In Jiang Chen's mind, the scene from half a year ago at Ren'an Hospital Rehabilitation Center uncontrollably flashed by.
At that time, Fang Cheng, facing a Walking Corpse Puppet he manipulated at will, appeared overwhelmed and precarious.
