Yi Chen placed his large hand on his throat and made a throat-slitting gesture towards Xue Lingzi.
"Rest assured, I, your humble Daoist, will flay both your skin and Ling Xudu's together. Since you and your brothers have such a deep bond, you must be kept together. I am kind-hearted and cannot bear to see you in such a state," he said.
"Then, I look forward to our next meeting, where the one who survives will surely be in the right," Xue Lingzi said indifferently, a bloodthirsty gleam appearing in his eyes.
Time flew by like the sheep lost by Li Qiyi, vanishing in the blink of an eye, and two days passed quickly.
"Ten Directions Demonic Motion!"
"Good! Good! Good! You choose not to take the path to the celestial courts, Pure Yang Holy Seal Heavenly Light!"
Under the vast cyan sky, Yi Chen was locked in battle with a robust figure.
War Demon Xiao Tianji's fury surged, and his combat spirit soared higher, his azure blood staining the blue sky.
"Good, exhilarating!"
