"Oh? So that's the Mu Chen you were talking about? Other than his strange attire, he doesn't seem nearly as formidable as you claimed," He Long said, his eyes filled with contempt. "And it looks like he's a cripple. If I'm not mistaken, he only has one arm, doesn't he?"
Xuan Yu glanced at the empty sleeve of Mu Chen's right arm and nodded. "That's what we thought at the time, too. I may loathe the kid, but you still can't underestimate him. There's something strange about his power."
"Heh heh, that's an exaggeration. In the face of absolute power, all tricks are meaningless. I'm a Third-Ring Martial King. What realm could he possibly have reached in a single month?" He Long watched Mu Chen with brimming confidence. 'I'll make him my first target for elimination,' he thought, 'if for no other reason than the deep adoration I saw in Mu Bingling's eyes for him.'
