Xiao Chen's skin blossomed with light, as mysterious and arcane tattoos emerged, solidifying into tangible matter that clung to his body like armor.
"Jingling..." The two ancient War Swords embedded in the Abyssal Cliff were constantly trembling and chiming, seemingly resonating with Xiao Chen from afar.
The Flame Emperor, like a phoenix bathed in flames, blazed brilliantly, his Divine Power soaring to the heavens, hurling relentless waves of fire at Xiao Chen to slaughter him.
"Dare to covet my War Swords? I shall add to your crimes, extract your soul, and refine it in the inferno for ten thousand years!"
If Xiao Chen were truly facing an Emperor from the Thorough Realm, death would be certain, but at this moment, he realized the so-called Flame Emperor was merely at the Supreme Human Realm, far less terrifying than he had imagined.
