"Who else?"
Li Chen strode forward, standing proudly with his sword, exuding an air of defiance towards the world.
At this moment, whether it was Old Man Jiang or the Prefectural Governor Ning Que, all of them looked like frostbitten eggplants, watching the Killing God before them with horror and unease.
They never imagined that Li Chen still had so many terrifying trump cards in his hands.
Now that Li Chen could throw out Nascent Soul Talismans, who could guarantee he wouldn't toss a second one?
"Hmph, a bunch of ants!"
After uttering these words of disdain, Li Chen stepped on his Unrivaled Immortal Shoes and strode away.
After sprinting for hundreds of miles and ensuring that no one was in pursuit, he finally leaned against an ancient tree, spitting out mouthfuls of fresh blood.
