C225 Forbidden Art

"You want me to admit defeat?"

Yin Cang sneered upon hearing this. He clenched both of his fists tightly, and the black striations on his chest sparkled with a spiritual light. Cold intent surged in his eyes, and his black hair was in a mess. The ferocious smile on his face gradually widened, making him look like a demon god that had walked out from the depths of hell