"Liu Chen, get out of here quickly, don't worry about us!"
This was Old Duan's first reaction, which made Liu Chen a little touched; this old man was too sincere.
"It's fine; none of these people are my match." Liu Chen smiled faintly, with an indifferent look.
"Hmph, Liu Chen, who would've thought you'd fall into my hands this time? Watch how I finish you off!"
Shangguan Fengyun said with a smile, his eyes full of malicious intent.
Especially seeing Qingfeng there, standing with Liu Chen, this further fueled the anger in his heart.
"You've got it wrong; it seems it's not me who fell into your hands, but you into mine."
"What a joke, you're dead today!"
"Don't believe it? Fine, come on then, let's see how powerful you all really are."
Liu Chen laughed calmly, not intimidated in the slightest by the dozens of cultivators.
Those cultivators felt provoked, each burning with anger. There was no way this arrogant punk wouldn't learn a lesson today.
"Let me do it!"
