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At that moment, his starry eyes were staring at Xuanyuan Xue, and within them was terrifying battle intent.
"Xuanyuan Xue, I've finally met your real person. My name is Chen Haonan. I've admired you for a long time. I really want to see your real face. I wonder if there is a chance …"
Xuanyuan Xue calmly looked at Chen Haonan.
And then she passed by him indifferently, not saying a word.
Chen Haonan's eyes narrowed. There was a trace of anger in them.
However, he quickly recovered his calm. With his back facing Xuanyuan Xue, he loudly said as he walked away step by step.
"When you go and fight for the Bodhi Fruit, I, Chen Haonan, will be the first to challenge you. When the time comes, I will definitely see your true appearance!"
Xuanyuan Xue's body stopped moving forward and then she slowly turned around.
"Alright, I welcome your challenge!"
With that, she turned around and left.
Niu Thirteen, who was beside Xuanyuan Xue, frowned as he looked at Chen Haonan.
He felt that this Chen Haonan was not simple. Within his body, there was a terrifying force that could erupt at any time.
It gave him a sense of danger, but it was not enough to make him feel like he was dead.
"This big brother is asking for trouble!"
In his heart, he evaluated Chen Haonan.
With Chen Haonan's current strength, wanting to challenge Xuanyuan Xue was truly asking for trouble.
He was probably the only one who knew how terrifying Xuanyuan Xue was.
He did not know if the Xuanyuan Sword was still with Xuanyuan Xue.
If the Xuanyuan Sword was with Xuanyuan Xue, Ox Thirteen was certain that in the young generation of the Sinful Territory, there was simply no one who was a match for Xuanyuan Xue.
Even if there was no Xuanyuan Sword, Xuanyuan Xue was still an extremely terrifying existence. He had already seen half of the people who were ranked in the top ten of the young generation in Sinful Gorge.
He felt that none of those people were as terrifying as Xuanyuan Xue. This was not bragging.
It was actually the God Slaughtering Knife that had told him that the God Slaughtering Knife had gradually recovered. It could sense the strength of its opponent.
And according to the feedback from the God Slaughtering Saber, the feeling Xuanyuan Xue gave him for the God Slaughtering Blade was the most terrifying.
As for the others, such as Daozi and the others, they, as well as those who were ranked in the top ten among the younger generation in the Sinful Territory, did not give the God Slaughtering Knife as much of a feeling as Xuanyuan Xue.
The strength of Heavenly Law Palace's group was about the same, but they were still weaker than Xuanyuan Xue. These were all information that the God Slaughtering Knife had given him.
Chen Haonan had his back facing Xuanyuan Xue and his mouth revealed a trace of a strange smile.
Then, under the astonished gazes of the others, his body flashed and he instantly left the place.
Soon, he arrived at a wide area. There was no one here, and it was deserted.
When he arrived, he stood there silently, as if he was waiting for someone.
Suddenly, a slender cyan figure appeared 10 meters to his left.
This person was dressed in green, and he was handsome. However, his expression was very cold, as if he was the supreme ruler.1
He casually walked to Chen Haonan's side and faintly said.
"How's it going?"
"Once I, Chen Haonan make a move, will there be any problems?"
Chen Haonan proudly said. His tone was filled with confidence. This was a manifestation of his confidence in his own strength. This was the confidence that he had built up over a long period of time.
"Do you feel confident?"
The light robed man asked again. It was as if he was worried that Chen Haonan's arrogant attitude would make things difficult for him.
"Chen Changsheng, don't worry. Isn't that just a kid at the peak of the late sixth level? I, Chen Haonan, will crush him to death every minute!"
Chen Haonan's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty killing intent. At the same time, he had a great confidence in himself.
"Xuanyuan Xue didn't discover it, right?"
Chen Changsheng wrinkled his brow.
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