Under the shroud of the Chaos Tripod carrying Ten Thousand Layers of Chaotic Ancient Qi, Ye Chen grew ever more ethereal and unseeable, wrapped in a sense of mystery, yet he remained Immovable, quietly looking at the Emperor Clan's Twelve Great Powers, without the slightest intention of dodging.
Seeing that the Combat Saint King actually had no intention of retreating, the Twelve Great Powers who had originally charged over all halted one after another, hesitating, all because this Combat Saint King was too monstrous, too terrifying; who knew whether he still had other shocking methods yet to be unleashed.
"A bunch of trash!"
Ye Chen barked coldly, utterly merciless, directly berating the Jiuyan Emperor Clan's Twelve Great Powers as nothing but a bunch of trash; his voice even resounded through the entire Jiuyan Emperor Star, heard by countless living beings upon it.
