Chen Feiyu glanced contemptuously at Lang, sneering, "If someone hadn't intervened in the nick of time, you would already be dead under my sword. A mere defeated general—how do you have the nerve to stand before me, Chen Feiyu, and spout such arrogant nonsense?"
Even facing a mortal crisis, Chen Feiyu's spirit remained unbroken.
Surge after surge of anger rose within Lang, and he prepared to curse Chen Feiyu out loud.
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