"Hmm."
Mo Qingrou nodded.
She took the ancient sword without a trace of worry.
Before Chen Yuan left, he glanced at Chou Yangtian and the remaining Heavenly Monarch Golden Cores.
Facing Chen Yuan's gaze, these people no longer dared to show any defiance, trembling all over and nodding repeatedly, almost kneeling and kowtowing.
Just now, in that battle, Chen Yuan was ever so mighty.
Even when the dignified Divine Sons and Saint Heirs used divine talismans, they were repeatedly slain by him. Being mere Heavenly Monarch Golden Cores, how could they dare to resist even a bit?
Such a terrifying and fierce existence, who would dare provoke?
"Wait for me here."
"If I do not return within seven days, you take them back."
After Chen Yuan finished speaking, he swept up the remaining divine artifacts and Space Rings of the Divine Sons and Saint Heirs with a sleeve, then transformed into a golden light and charged directly into the Fate Heavenly Palace.
