When Di Wanyun uttered, "So it really was you."
The atmosphere all around became as murderous as the depth of winter.
Luo Chen tried to take a step but found it as difficult as if a mountain were pressing down on him; he could hardly breathe.
"You really have a lot of nerve!"
Di Wanyun sneered, "After killing my son, not only do you not flee, but you also dare to show off on the battlefield. I don't know whether to call you brave or utterly ignorant of death."
Luo Chen spoke hoarsely, "Senior, I've used every method I could to remove this curse imprint, so why does it still exist on my body?"
"Want to die with your eyes open?"
Di Wanyun sneered once more and, as Luo Chen anticipated, suddenly emitted a burst of golden light.
"Go to the netherworld and kneel before my son to ask him!"
When that golden light touched the space in front of him.
A damaged shield suddenly appeared in front of Luo Chen.
Dang!
