Chǔ Shēng laughed wildly and incessantly, his laughter filled with utter contempt for Lěng Yè. "Hahaha, you're dead! As you are now, you're already a dead man. Your wounds will never heal, and bleeding to death is your only end—unless you can suddenly burst forth with power and kill me right here, but that's obviously impossible, because your speed is far inferior to mine!"
In his eyes, he had already secured an absolute advantage; Lěng Yè was destined to be killed without a single sliver of a chance of turning the tables.
Lěng Yè stood up, his eyes fixed squarely on Chǔ Shēng, burning like torches. Ruan Dìbào, watching from the sidelines, grew anxious and wanted to join the fight. "Young Master Lěng, we can't let him be this arrogant! Let me help you deal with this fellow together!"
Chapter 909