Hearing Shangguan Changhong's provocation, Li Chen couldn't help but curl his lips.
"You're not even qualified to make me make a move!"
Shangguan Changhong was furious and shouted, "How can you know if you don't try!"
"Shua!"
Before he had finished speaking, the Dragon Pattern Longsword in his hand had already been drawn three inches. The cold light flickered, causing the temperature around to plummet.
Li Chen let out a cold smile and said, "Since you are bent on seeking death, then I shall fulfill your wish!"
As he spoke, his figure moved like the wind, like a White Crane spreading its wings, floating onto the platform.
Seeing Li Chen step onto the stage, Shangguan Changhong's hand gripping the sword hilt was sweating, his mood tense and uneasy.
Whenever others introduced him, they would prefix his introduction with the disciple of the War God Li Lingtian, rather than calling him Shangguan Changhong directly.
