"Even if he hasn't died, he should be hurt."
"Do you think Lin Chen is dead after killing that swordsman friend?" Xuangu asked.
Lin Chen couldn't die so easily, but at least he should be injured. Then
the sword that killed half the demigod spoke halfway, suddenly stopped as if sensing something, his face pale with fright, sweat pouring down like a waterfall.
The same went for Xuangu's demigod. There was a look of fear in his eyes.
Long Yang's demigod eyes snapped open, staring at the pit.
"Whoosh!"
Lin Chen's figure flashed, stepping onto the sky, appearing opposite the demigod Long Yang. He shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and said: "Yeah, this attack is much better than before, but if you want to hurt me, you can't do it."
Long Yang's demigod stared at Lin Chen, unable to say what he wanted to say.
The spectators were the same, standing motionless like wood.
Lin Chen smiled and said: "Come on, don't be so rude, it's my turn."
