Chen Yang only felt a pang of pain, his complexion turned slightly pale, as he abruptly retreated backward, while Lei Qianjue also took the opportunity to fall back.
The two faced off at the entrance of the residential area, locking eyes in mid-air. Between them, there seemed to be an immense oppressive force emanating.
This exchange between them, overall, could be said to be evenly matched, but Chen Yang had gained the upper hand.
"Southern Emperor, you are indeed strong," Lei Qianjue said, injured but with a ferocious look, "but you are just one person, how could you possibly be a match for my Cloud Gate? I advise you to surrender!"
Chen Yang, exasperated, said, "One-eyed dragon, do you just repeat these few phrases back and forth, can't you come up with anything more original?"
