Chen Ran awkwardly climbed up from the ground, his gaze towards Chu Nan full of shock.
The punch just now nearly broke his nose; he had never experienced such piercing pain since childhood.
"Impossible, I'm a Divine Light Realm Martial Artist, how could I be defeated by him!"
Chen Ran couldn't understand and finally concluded, "This guy must have played dirty tricks, otherwise there's no way I'm not his match!"
He approached Chu Nan again, casually releasing four or five Spirit Corpses, "Chu Nan, you're just at the Yang Wheel Realm, there's no way you can be my opponent."
"No matter who you really are, I want your Spirit Corpses, and I want your life too!"
As his words fell, a pitch-black Steel Blade appeared in Chen Ran's hand, entwined with a cold power that even made the air freeze with frost.
The surrounding Martial Artists, seeing this scene, secretly exclaimed, "It's the King-grade Spirit Martial Cold Frost Blade, this time Brother Chen will surely kill Chu Nan."
