"Merely a defeated opponent of yesteryear, how could he possibly shake this old man in the slightest!" Yao Chen's voice, carrying an unquestionable indifference, rang out slowly, like an ice blade slicing through the silent night sky.
"Scoundrel! You truly think this seat would fear you?!" Antian's face was as cold as frost.
A layer of pitch-black spiritual light suddenly emerged on the palm of his hand, and then his arm twisted at a bizarre and astonishing angle, as if tearing through the constraints of space. A overwhelming surge of pitch-black Dou Qi rushed out, rapidly condensing into a hideous and terrifying giant beast that carried heart-pounding energy pressure and sharp claws, charging straight toward Yao Chen.
Chapter 232