บท 751: Living Is Worse Than Dying

When he saw Duan Ling Tian walking over step by step, every step Duan Ling Tian strode out seemed as if it stepped onto Zhao Ming's chest, causing Zhao Ming's countenance to become even paler.

Not long ago, the violet clothed young man before his eyes was like an ant that couldn't withstand a single blow before him.

However, at this moment, it was instead he himself that was no different to an ant before the young man.

Just like Tang Huo being unable to wrap his head around it, Zhao Ming was the same.

How could Duan Ling Tian possess such a formidable strength in a short few years of time, exactly what fortuitous encounters has he obtained?

Even if Duan Ling Tian possessed the assistance of the 10,000 Year Stalactite Milk, it was impossible for Duan Ling Tian to improve so quickly in a short few years of time.

This was something that Zhao Ming could be sure of.