Ye Jiuchong's complexion was pale, and he spat out three mouthfuls of blood, flying back with the fifteen-level Pagoda.
This is the one from the legend who is said to have fallen? Such combat power would likely have few rivals in the world. Ye Jiuchong and the Nine-headed God Snake retreated into the distant sky, watching Xiao Chen, who had landed on top of the giant statue.
"At a certain cost, I could kill you, but I choose not to. You are strong cultivators and might be useful to me in the future." The tall figure atop the statue looked at the two powerful beings in the distant sky and said this.
"You're daydreaming," Ye Jiuchong held the shrunk-down Pagoda in his hand. His voice was cold, "A momentary victory does not make a hero. You're not even in the top ten, but you're full of such arrogance. count more than ten people who can kill let alone defeat you."
