C54 He Was so Angry That He Spat out Blood

Sima Changkong's next move was a light leap backward. Despite his disheveled appearance and blood-stained clothes, his smile carried an enigmatic quality.

"Do you think you've won? You still haven't figured out who your real opponent is."

Sima Changkong's smile lingered as the spot he had vacated was now bathed in light. It wasn't just there; around the Mountain Giant