"Who dares!"
No one expected someone else to step forward to challenge. All eyes immediately turned toward the figure.
When the person on the stage was finally seen clearly—
The entire Martial Arts Square erupted in astonished cries.
The person standing on the arena had an upright posture, with a longsword strapped to his waist. His looks were refined and handsome, and though he was merely dressed in the uniform of an Outer Disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect, he emanated an extraordinary presence.
Who else could it be but Luo Cheng!
"It really is you, boy!"
Sun Yingyang's gaze locked onto Luo Cheng, a frosty glint flashing in his eyes.
Before this moment, he had still harbored a trace of wishful thinking.
The one who crippled Wu Ming might have just shared the same name, not this person he feared.
Now it was finally confirmed before his very eyes!
Luo Cheng regarded Sun Yingyang with a frigid smirk and said coldly, "You old bastard, we meet again!"
