As the Black Gold Silk Armor shattered, Jiang Chen's heart turned to ice.
He stared at Grand General Ming Zhe.
"Today, I'm going to make you pay."
Back on Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, Wen Shixuan's men had enslaved him.
And now, they were trying to steal his Black Fire again.
He let out a low growl.
His eyes were bloodshot.
Grand General Ming Zhe was incredibly strong, and Jiang Chen knew he was no match for him. But at this point, Jiang Chen was ready to throw caution to the wind.
As for Grand General Ming Zhe, he was utterly surprised to see Jiang Chen actually get back on his feet.
He was astonished.
"Well, kid, you've got some grit. Still able to stand."
"Take another palm strike from me."
Grand General Ming Zhe had no intention of killing Jiang Chen; he wanted to capture him alive.
He took another step forward and sent a palm strike flying toward Jiang Chen.
Even though Jiang Chen's Cultivation was low, the Grand General showed no signs of holding back.
