Feeling the uncontrollable, surging power within his body, Yi Chen grasped the Dragon-Slaying Sword and pushed forward once again, recklessly determined to slay Lie Yanzi.
At this moment, Lie Yanzi finally showed his fear, as if he had seen a ghost.
Initially, he had thought this was just a routine display of power, never expecting to encounter a life-and-death struggle.
"Damn it, damn it all!" Lie Yanzi cursed his favorite third son incessantly in his heart at this moment.
"Yi Chengzi, have you gone mad?"
"Let's stop here, how about that?"
The old thief Lie Yanzi was getting a bit desperate at this point.
If everyone has a trump card, why fight to the death? Shouldn't now be the time to sit down and talk?
All of a sudden, the Black and White Ghosts let out continuous, sharp shrieks, filling the air with ghostly energy.
