"It seems you also do not recognize him?" Chen Dengming smiled calmly, his gaze filled with icy coldness.
Chu Xun roared in anger, his big mouth opening and closing, as if he wanted to devour He Li alive, apparently recognizing the one who killed him in the past.
He Li was frozen in place.
Just like he did not recognize Chen Dengming, he truly did not recognize Chu Xun.
Of the innocent cultivators and mortals who had died by his hand, there were no less than tens of thousands.
Except for powerhouses like Cao Yan, how could he remember some obscure juniors.
He looked despondent, then gave a bitter smile. He didn't struggle or argue anymore, only said that karma had its perpetrators and debts had its debtors. What goes around, comes around. It was just not the time yet.
Now, the time had come.
Chen Dengming stopped Chu Xun, asking, "Where is Cao Yan's divine spirit?"
