"Zheng Tian, do you dare to fight?!"
Hong Yu roared.
Deep down, Hong Yu held a great deal of resentment for Zheng Tian, this self-proclaimed Celestial Pride Son.
Never mind that Zheng Tian had been the first to attack, trying to kill him the moment they entered the Celestial Essence Secret Realm. More importantly, in their many subsequent clashes, Zheng Tian had resorted to any means necessary, targeting and scheming against him time and time again. Each encounter had been fraught with peril.
If his luck hadn't been a little better, he would have been dead many times over.
Hong Yu was never merciful to an enemy dead set on killing him!
Zheng Tian stood on the 993rd step of the Celestial Ladder. He glanced down at his fist, which was already a bruised, purplish mess. It felt as if the bones had been forcibly shattered; every time he tried to make a fist, a sharp, aching pain shot through his palm.
