Demon Monk Yuan Chen watched as his disciple was killed by Chen Luoyang in front of everyone.
His expression was calm, without any fluctuations.
Since he couldn't be saved, there was nothing he could do.
Death was death, it was just another reincarnation.
The problem now was how he should face Chen Luoyang.
Furthermore, he had to consider whether he would have the strength to deal with other possible enemies after defeating Chen Luoyang.
For example, the people from the western paradise or Tu Shanyi from the Red Dust Ancient Gods Clan.
If someone else took advantage of him, then this battle would be meaningless even if they defeated Chen Luoyang.
Yuan Chen's expression was calm as he calculated.
On the other side of the blood river, a slightly feminine and sharp voice came out.
" You are indeed extraordinary. It's not in vain that little girl called Yan Mingkong can't forget you. "
