Shua!
The sword light flashed, and the Demon God's expression changed as his body shot backward.
Even though he dodged quickly, Lin Chen still managed to cut off his topknot.
A few strands of hair scattered, and the Demon God looked at the hair floating in the air, taking a deep breath.
That was close; if he had been half a second slower, his head would have been severed.
The audience below the stage was in an uproar; no one expected Lin Chen to take the initiative and nearly deliver a fatal blow to the Demon God.
"Good, very good! You've really angered me, kid." The Demon God's hair was disheveled, looking even more ferocious.
As he spoke, the Demon God slowly raised the Blood Demon Blade in his hand.
Seeing the Demon God's starting sword stance, Lin Chen's face also showed some seriousness.
"Kid, you are the second person to force me to use this move. To die under the Apocalyptic Blade, you can die with your eyes closed."
