"Defeat me?"
A cold laugh came from Yin Cangxiao, and just as his body was about to leave the arena, he twisted forcefully in midair and brought himself to a stop.
"Huang Tianlin, I'll admit you're a bit stronger than Drunken Monk." He spat bloody saliva onto the ground. "No wonder you took second place in the Heaven's Chosen Assembly." A sinister smile spread slowly across his face. "Unfortunately, if this is all you've got, beating me is still nothing but a dream."
Boom!
His aura surged without warning, and the power radiating from him jumped by nearly fifty percent in an instant, because he had been holding back from the very start.
The next moment, Yin Cangxiao struck out with another palm, and terrifying frost energy erupted from it. Huang Tianlin's expression changed sharply.
Bang!
The icy palm force slammed into him. Blood immediately leaked from the corner of his mouth as he staggered backward.
"Hehehe."
Yin Cangxiao laughed with an ugly edge to his voice.
