Chapter 932: Triggered Spatial Resonance

"Boom!"

Chen Tang didn't speak, but responded to Ye Chen with a vertical slash, a seemingly effortless strike that ripped a crack in the void, thundering loudly; it was the embodiment of the aggregated might of the Eighth Stage's horrific power and Xingyuan Power...

Ye Chen didn't dare take the strike head-on, for even Meng Shaotao, with his Xuanwu Turtle Shell, would likely have the Xuanwu Armor's phantom image on his back shattered by this slash; he could only dodge to the side.

As the blade wind grazed his face, causing a smarting pain, Ye Chen's complexion also slightly changed, realizing just how terrifying Chen Tang with the Xingyuan Warblade in hand was...

At this moment, although he appeared relaxed and at ease on the surface, even uttering words of mockery as if he were under no pressure at all,

in reality, Ye Chen felt a pent-up frustration inside, unable to rise or fall, quite troubled indeed.