“Enough time? What do you mean by that?” Ran Xiaoli found his words strange, but remained smiling. 0

Lionfist’s instincts screamed at him that something was wrong, even though he didn’t know what the problem was. He sat up straighter. 0

After Chen Chuan finished speaking, he brought a hand up in a casual fashion, grabbed the Frost King Saber’s hilt in a reverse grip, leaned forward, and jumped. 0

The saber slid out of its sheath and went straight toward Lionfist, who was five meters away from Chen Chuan. 0

At that moment, it was as if time slowed down before Chen Chuan’s eyes. His powerful, mutated heart beat hard and pumped oxygen and energy-filled blood into all parts of his body. 0

All of his mutated tissue, even the ones in far-off corners, were mobilized and gathered together to form a great, unrivalled...0