"Based on you, you don't have the qualification to stop me. Let Jian Wuheng come!"
Li Chen stood with his hands behind his back, speaking very casually. It seemed he didn't even regard the second Heavenly Pride of Heavenly Sword Mountain as worthy of attention.
As Heaven's Chosen Son, Ye Xing had never been humiliated like this before. He instantly became furious, his eyes nearly spewing fire.
"Li Chen, you're courting death!"
The word "death" had not fully been spoken when Ye Xing's True Yuan surged like the raging Yellow River, suddenly intensifying several times.
Li Chen's eyebrows raised slightly, and he laughed indifferently, "Not bad, interesting!"
"Draw your sword!"
Suppressing his anger, Ye Xing, like a Killing God overlooking the world, shouted angrily.
However, Li Chen shook his head and said, "To deal with you, I don't need a sword; just one hand is enough!"
"Damn!"
