"Ling Ziyun, you didn't expect this, did you? I'm at the peak of the Emperor level, do you think you have the chance to take me down with you?" Chai ke Zhou laughed out wildly.
"Chai ke Zhou, you're despicable!" Ling Ziyun's hand that was holding his sword was trembling.
Not everyone had the ability to overcome an opponent of a higher cultivation level. For a cultivator like Ling Ziyun, if he was one level lower, he might still have a chance to fight to the death. However, the gap of two levels was simply an insurmountable natural chasm.
"Ling Ziyun, make your move. Let me see how you're going to take me down with you." Chai ke Zhou looked at Ling Zi Yun with disdain.
"You, you, I ..." Ling Zi Yun's face was filled with shame and anger. However, in the face of Chai ke Zhou's absolute strength, the sword in his hand was unable to thrust forward.
