At this moment, Xiao Chen seems to become lost in his thoughts, standing still and unable to distinguish his own identity.
At this moment, the repressed Mu Qingyu and others who were originally suppressed by Xiao Chen couldn't help but sneer. No matter how rampant they are, they still end up in the hands of the Azure Blood Gold Blade. They can't help but reveal their murderous intentions, scheming how they could cook Xiao Chen to satisfy their hatred towards him.
Xiao Chen, who was in the illusion, slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a green lightning bolt shot out of his pupils, sweeping across the ancient battlefield several tens of miles in front of him, reducing everything to dust.
"We stem from the same root. Why are you in such a hurry to stir the pot? If that's the case, I, as the tribe's leader, will shatter your arrogance!"
