Chapter 175

The heir of Claymore rushed over, and stood in front of Yang. He carried a look of a contemptuous expression. “Guess I’m in luck! You’re Yang, aren’t you? Weren’t you the one who gave me a tight slap before? You must be strong!” the man said. Yang opened his eyes. His eyes were deep and dark, with black light that flowed within. Among the darkness, specks of gold could be made out. He looked like a demon. Though it was nothing but a stare, the man was startled enough to take a few steps back. “How dare you stare at me so disrespectfully! I know what you’re doing, you’re trying to breakthrough aren’t you? Ha! You’re weak! If I were to touch you, you’d definitely fall!” the man chided, though Yang gave no reply. Yang was unable to move. He was at his weakest now. Any slight movements would no doubt either injure or kill him. “I’m in a good mood today. I noticed that you were struggling with breaking through, may I?” As the man finished, he brandished his sword, emitting a cold, deadly