Farewell, Zhao Jianfei

"He is trying to portray Zhao Jianfei as the evil one. Tch!" Li Chen clicked his tongue.

Suddenly, he saw the City Lord look in his direction. The City Lord's keen senses detected the presence of a strange being beside Zhao Jianfei.

Boom—!

His aura enveloped both of them, yet a sharp aura divided the pressure into two distinct parts. Zhao Jianfei's robes only fluttered, but he remained standing when the city lord expected his knees to have cracked the pavement blocks.

Seeing this, he locked his gaze on Li Chen, who calmly stared at him. 

"You…!" 

With blazing eyes, he unleashed his energy to the maximum, causing Zhao Jianfei to fall on his knees and spit blood.

Li Chen, who faced a more concentrated attack, took a dozen steps backward but his expression remained cold.

The sight that the City Lord expected didn't happen.

'How can a mere false immortal withstand me, a true primal who has lit up 89 stars?'