Although Jiang Chen's Cultivation was no match for Wen Xiaotian's, he had an endless arsenal of techniques, and each attack was devastatingly powerful.
A single coffin blow had left Wen Xiaotian grievously wounded.
Jiang Chen wasn't about to give Wen Xiaotian another chance.
A ball of Black Fire had already appeared silently in his hand.
"Go!"
He pointed toward Wen Xiaotian, and the Black Fire immediately shot forward, streaking silently toward its target.
Wen Xiaotian was still reeling from the coffin's impact, coughing up blood and seeing stars.
Fortunately, his powerful Cultivation allowed him to quickly stabilize himself.
He was already growing wary of Jiang Chen.
'Damn it, how is this kid so strange?'
'His Magical Treasures are all so powerful.'
'If I kill him, his treasures will be mine.'
Wen Xiaotian roared, his eyes turning bloodshot with fury.
It was a great humiliation to be wounded by someone with a lower Cultivation.
