In the scattered ruins of the debris, Xiang Yiyang struggled to get up.
Just as he stood up, he fell back to the ground again.
His appearance was very haggard.
His handsome face had several scars, and a trace of fresh blood hung at the corner of his mouth.
Yet on his face, there was a smug smile.
He looked at Zhang Xiaoshan, who was walking toward him step by step, and sneered:
"You won!"
"You're strong!"
"But so what?"
"I am the Young Master of Hongmen overseas, the legitimate grandson of a Human Immortal!"
"Do you dare to kill me?"
"If you kill me, not only will you die, but everyone related to you will lose their heads."
"Go ahead and kill me!"
Xiang Yiyang was shouting incessantly; he indeed was not a match for Zhang Xiaoshan.
But what could Zhang Xiaoshan do to him?
These minor injuries were nothing but skin-deep to a Divine Realm Expert.
He could return, recuperate for a while, and be full of life again!
