“Shang Ziyan, all that planning and this is what you get!”0

Someone cut off Shang Ziyan and snatched the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring away right before his eyes.0

“It’s you! Bastard, it’s actually you!”0

Shang Ziyan stared blankly before his aura started boiling like water, his expression savage.0

Indignation surged in his heart. Though his cultivation was at the peak of the late-stage, half-step, Manifestation realm, he restrained his arrogance, waiting patiently to seize the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring.0

Success was within reach. He could almost see his cultivation recovering, but Chen Fan had brutally shattered that sweet dream. 0

Chen Fan was like his lifelong nemesis. First, he let Shang Ziyan’s cannon fodder know that they...0