Lingwu Trial

It must be his next of kin that could go to Jiang Chen's rescue regardless of danger when he was in such a crisis.

Jiang Qingyu was wearing a white robe, fair-skinned and beardless. The father and the son's eyes looked very much alike. His thin lips, pressing together, looked like a knife blade.

He landed before Jiang Chen from the air, emitting such a strong energy that

those from the Constellation Palace and the Sacred Martial Arts Institute were obliged to take a few steps back.

"Father?!" Jiang Chen was pleasantly surprised. Throwing the Flying Dragon Dynasty a glance, he realized their trump card was exactly his father.

The thing was his father had just broken through to great Venerable, and he was alone.

For others, it was an enviable thing to have a father who was great Venerable.

"I knew it. He is too talented to come from an average family."

"Gosh, this great Venerable is so young."