"No! Young Master, don't mind me, go! Run quickly!"
Lin Yuyan finally understood, shouting loudly, her eyes showing a sense of urgency.
Jiang Chen glanced at Lin Yuyan, smiled softly, "It's alright, it's just a piece of trash at the Divine Infant Realm Early Stage, nothing to worry about!"
"Let's see who's the trash!"
Tang Zhenglin struck Jiang Chen's chest with a vicious palm, an icy coldness instantly engulfed Jiang Chen's entire body.
In an instant, Jiang Chen turned into an ice sculpture.
"Young Master!"
Lin Yuyan burst into tears, shouting loudly.
"Haha! What a damn genius, can't even withstand a single strike!"
Liu Jianming sheathed his sword, came beside Tang Zhenglin, and mocked the ice sculpture that was once Jiang Chen, "Kid, weren't you arrogant? Weren't you amazingly gifted? What's the situation now? You're still dead by our hands! No matter how talented, being dead renders it useless!"
