"Just a Grandmaster, that's all!"
Chen Yuan's lips parted in a sneer, a hint of bright red blood spilled out, but his gaze was so intense and bright. A single clash had elevated his fighting spirit to its peak.
"Sharp tongue and sharp teeth."
You Feng gazed at Chen Yuan. The collision just now, though it lasted barely over a hundred breaths of time, had seen thousands of exchanges and collisions between them.
Such high-intensity fierce combat, even if it hadn't completely drained his True Yuan, had certainly used up more than half of it. By now, Chen Yuan's breath had grown quite feeble.
He truly didn't understand where his opponent's confidence came from.
So ordinary, yet so full of self-confidence!
With a faint smile, Chen Yuan's hand glowed red as he fed a Blood Bodhi into his mouth, and his originally feeble aura quickly began to surge upward.
Who'd fear medicine?
